The Poison Leaves Bit By Bit, Not All At Once. Be Patient. You Are Healing.

“The poison leaves bit by bit, not all at once. Be patient. You are healing.”

— Yasmin Mogahed

Pat Parker // Nikos Kazantzakis

Time

I’ve never trusted time.

It creeps past me

Like shadows on a summer’s

Afternoon, it laughs at me

From clock faces, teases me

From calendars, lies to me

In memories. It always seems so

Plentiful but it hides when needed,

Laughing behind its hand.

And then with a casual flickering cruelty

It changes everything I love into

Sepia memories, faded photographs

In crackling albums, lonely moments

In crowded places. I don’t trust time.

It seems like we all have plenty of it

But it’s never enough.

Doug

hobbies: being asleep, getting ready to go to sleep, going to sleep, getting into my bed, waking up and realizing i can go back to sleep, sleeping, being in my bed (asleep), falling asleep,

I will say it again : nothing is permanent

Coming to terms with loss is one of the most gut wrenching experiences. You are completely helpless, you begin to realize nothing ever belonged to you or was yours to begin with.

i wish i could care more

maybe i should've cared less

or i just didn't know the correct things to care about