they’re beautiful. the words flow together and they paint pictures and they prick at my emotions and they whirl in my mind. my head hurts and my eyes cry and my heart breaks but i am still here, reading.
i’m reading her words and i’m experiencing them because they are worth experiencing. they are worth feeling. her anguish is tangible and her fear is relatable, and i am captured.
but she says she is giving up. and i am hoping, praying, wishing she doesn’t.
she needs help and i just wish i could give it to her.
a/n: inspired by wv; 1913629 by michele. michele, this is for you. <3