The Skeleton With a Crown

Peaks and Valleys

Peaks and Valleys

“hey kid, stop dreaming so big, youre only gonna get yourself broken”

“and if facing reality doesnt work?”

“then you gotta just keep walking.”

“but what if you cant?”

the silence filled in for the answer, i knew this was a hard topic for him.

“well thats the hard part, isnt it? but you cant have a life if its not complete with valleys.”

“what if the valleys are so steep that you cant climb the mountain?”

“sometimes all you can do is try”

im not looking at him but i can tell hes crying from the way he speaks.

“what are you supposed to do when all you feel is a dark void, like youre drowning in some weird outer-space dimension that no one else can access,”

at this point standing is too much for him and he takes a seat on the bed.

“where you are stuck all alone and scared and confused, but theres no way out.”

i dont remember when but at some point i started crying too. i hug him, knowing this embrace isnt just for his benefit.

“look for where you think there is hope, and where you can find those peaceful distractions. writing, drawing, even music. find an escape and use it as a beginning of purpose. dont be allies with your demons. You Can Do This. we all can”

Everyone has a purpose.

Written: November 23rd, 2018