I’m mentally and physically burnt out. I have no idea how I’m going to make it through the next month, but I know I will because I have no choice.
We’re all going through our own personal struggles, and that’s why if I message some of you that I follow with a random, nice message out of the blue, it’s because I know how it is and I feel your pain. Keep on going.
You always see her dainty and light. The one as sweet as the flowers she loves to put on top of her unkempt hair. The lady I used to call the nymph with somber eyes and decrepit heart. Yet, she’s firmed by time and sharpened by existence. This is the other side of the nymph.