Beauty within brokenness

Somehow, I am glad that you shattered me. I realised that there was something beautiful within my brokenness– something beautiful in the way that I fought through the battles of my head and heart and could still return to piece together those thousands of fragments to become who I am today. — An anonymous escape … Continue reading Beauty within brokenness

Healing is

Healing is: Accepting that life isn't perfect, that people and experiences exist for a reason– whether that reason be to knock you down so you can find strength within yourself or to make you realise that you are so worthy of love, not only from others but from yourself. — An anonymous escape from life … Continue reading Healing is

Youth

I remember that when I was young happiness was fleeting, but abundant, love was shallow, but surrounding, sadness was a concept I never understood and life was taken for granted. Now I'm older and have dreamt of death's door, I've swum in a sea of my own tears and swallowed the key to my own … Continue reading Youth

I never loved myself

When I lost you, I lost myself. When I found you, I found myself. When I needed you, I needed myself. But when I loved you I never loved myself. — An anonymous escape from life *** Art by Pietro Tenuta | Instagram

Dust of us

I thought you loved me. Little did I know that the chapters we wrote together were sitting in their volumes, pages yellowing and tattered, eaten by dust. — An anonymous escape from life *** Art by @sparksflyidraw | Instagram  

Falling for you

I fear the tiniest things: heights tight spaces spiders criticism attention darkness yet I don't fear the fall when loving you. — An anonymous escape from life *** Art by @poetryncolor (Instagram)

Feeling human

I didn't think I'd have anything to thank you for, but the scars the tears the heartbreak the pain the sleepless nights the drenched pillows; they're the only things that keep me human. — An anonymous escape from life *** Art by @ceruleanwax (Instagram)

Empty tears

Isn't it funny that we can cry our souls out as if we're full, as if our bodies are made of tanks of salt water and yet, we only feel empty? — An anonymous escape from life *** Art by Johana Ševelová | @obrazkovani (Instagram)