We can either try to change everything or just make the most of whatever time we have.
I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt.
Does loving someone mean you want them to be safe? Or that you want them to be able to choose?
Why are some things easier to write than say?
Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not.
I'm just a butterfly, a mourning cloak, sealed inside a cocoon with blnd eyes and stiky wings. And suddenly I wonder if the cocoons sometimes do not open, if the butterfly inside is ever simply not strong enough to break through.