Gazing at the stars, I feel pure.
Gazing at the world, I feel broken.
The stars tell me to shine.
The world tells me I am broken.
At a standstill; caught and torn.
Shall I focus on what I excel at?
Or fix what’s broken?
So, I gaze at the stars,
bury broken parts of me.
Promise my heart,
to search and roam for my truest form.
If you ever feel neglected, taken advantage of, not happy for more than one reason more than once a week, and for the love of God if they ever leave bruises on you, even by accident, even “playfully,” leave.
Be kind and patient with yourself 🌻. No one has yet to figure out the full capacity of our brains and how much we can handle. But I do know that we can handle a lot more than we think we can. It’s all about your outlook ❤.