It’s the kind of fortitude and okayness that come only from soaking up the outpouring from a ripped open heart.
Love is a mess of romance and compassion. Compassion can remain.
Therapeutic tunnels promising greener grass succeed when they dump us back on the brown patch where we began.
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We don’t need guidance. We need liberty—to unfold the goodness of who we are.
The glowing contents remain inside after the rigid but fragile compartment shatters.