yetiscribe

[yetiscribe]

tonight we stared at the stars and i realised that i will never be as open as the night sky over the park. your arms held me together and your fingertips pressed to all the tears in my stitching and i realised that i have been torn apart too many times. whatever is left of the thread that strings together my mismatched patches holds strong, and i hope you will be content peering through the gaps. at least for now. at least for this moment. i hope you know that when i look up at the night sky, baring my throat and my chest and my chin and my jaw, that it is the closest i have come to trust. i hope that you know that i love you, even if i can’t say it. i will spell it out in stars.

12:02 AM

[yetiscribe]

“Sometimes you just have to cry over the things and people you’ve lost over the years. For the opportunities you missed and the times you messed up and situations you could’ve handled differently. Cry over words that got lost in translation and over the innocence you lost. Mourn the person you were and the unspeakable things you did in anger. Let the tears flow and the memories hold you. And when you’re all cried out, pick yourself up again and look to the person you are becoming. Embrace them and remember that even if you are not exactly where you want to be right now, you have enough time to get to know yourself and change. Making peace with the ghosts of your past is never wasted time.”

— ghosts of the past / n.j.