the first lines are always the most difficult…
well… what did you expect?
after all, organizing the words so that they have some meaning is very challenging…
sometimes i barely understand myself either.
maybe i like that.
challenges…
but i’m kinda tired of it…
but it’s like an addiction you know?
i always end up coming back…
for a few moments i think it’s already happened.
changing pathways, thoughts, re-erecting (infinite times) and so many other reinventions is completely exhausting and the only question that remains is how long?
oh no…
my coffee has cooled again 🙁
i wouldn’t know how to answer you.
by the way, i don’t know how to answer myself.
hey…
come here…
stand here and look there in the mirror…
and tell me what you can see beyond the appearance that please so many?
least to you…
exactly, you also wouldn’t know how to answer…
one thing is certain, the time has come to break these repetitions…
are toxic and you know it very well (but it’s like an addiction isn’t it? you always come back…), put it all out and let you reappear… or even recognize yourself!
my love, it’s not always that easy, but this is the right time.
forgive yourself…
what happened before, it was all so necessary for you to know who you really are and also for you to know what is right or wrong.
these countless old habits exist to hurt and learn.
it’s all right, it’s okay.
always been, you just couldn’t figure it out.
now, that difficulty of the first lines seems so far away.
unsorted? perhaps…
but not so confused as to not be understood.
look… it’s all right.
here…
a coffee, now hot…
take your notes
and write
just write
no problem
it’s all right
you’re safe now
just jump!
for now we are giving up our old habits and we will call it a new beginning!
you my love, deserve it!
Need!
you’re ready for that!
even in fear… jump!
mirror girl… i love you so much.
woman out of the mirror… i love myself!
— with love, vie ◡̈
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