Sometimes, I just need a hug.
But not just any kind of hug. The kind where one just feels safe, not trapped. Something that'll remind me when to stop thinking too much and prevent greater repercussions.
And I hope it lasts as long as forever, that is, until I feel like myself again.
No spoken, wise words needed because honestly, people say the same things repeatedly that it loses its true purpose by the hundredth time. No judgement or playful teasing. Just understanding that I've reached my breaking point and silly lectures of life lessons are far too late to fix anything.
And fingers crossed, the world will still and bitter conundrums turn into insignificant concepts.
I just pray that it'll fix everything.
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Polaroids Lost in Time
PoetryOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.
