This is for the time, we swallow our tear, trying hard to bite them down. For the days when our souls feel heavy, so we slump our tired shoulders down, down and down.
This is for the days when getting out of bed feels like an achievement. And for the days when we tremble with anger, our temper on the pry.
This is for the days, we feels empty, useless and invisible like a hungry ghost.
For the really tough says, which rip us wide open, leaving us naked and exhausted and shivering in the dark.
The days where we just want to give up.
We can try all we want to, to run away and flee into the dark.
but we don't want to, so what do we do?
We can be bold till the distance of spaces come closer, and snap your fingers while we do it.
We can imagine running directly towards our other halves, sprinting with wide open arms, to their supportive smile.
We can buy ourselves a big bouquet of our favorite flowers.
We can clear a space, and cry a thousand crystalline drops, till the skies clears and summer returns.
We can stand under the shower for an extra hour and not worry about loneliness.
We can curl up into a child's pose and cry into a yoga mat.
We can reach out one hand to the next and squeeze it hard.
LetsbebadasstillSummerreturns.
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