Pensée Of Anemones

...thoughts

Can emptiness even describe a feeling anymore?

When trying to make sense of your own valid feelings

Yet trying to give precedence to other's

Are you being taught to let go of it or are you being told to feel grateful for not having it harder?

Are you the ingrate now ?

Is the world full of nothing but people who choose themselves?

Is there anything truer than the egotistical nature of the people?

Is there anything rarer than finding pure sacrifice?

Is there anything harder than accepting that people will understand you til some point, or worry for you, or go beyond themselves for you?

Is there anything more crushing than needing to confide but you can't needing to open up or scream your lungs out or throw a tantrum but knowing you have to be proper you're not yet or never will be allowed to be free?

Is there anything more resolute than the duality of the human, than how much a heart can be a complex mix of good and bad that you can neither hate nor love?

Is there anything more bereaving than having to keep your heart numb at all times?