SMALL TALKS

breathe.

you might think that you're insignificant, but remember all the breaths you draw, filling faintly corrupted lungs like balloons, pouring life into the plants and trees, allowing nature to simply breathe.

you gave your fair share of heartache, letting it beat for the others well being, allowing smoke to curl and coil in your lungs as you take in dusty and fogged up air, just so the other can breathe freely.

you will rot your lungs!, get coated in carbon for them, drown in the deep ocean that pools in their eyes, trapped by the half moon crescents around them, surrounded by distant stars, as you get imprisoned in their headspace, your nerves morphing with their own, making it hard to see where you stand and what you need, line constructed of obsidian and diamond becoming extremely blurry.

you'll set yourself on fire to keep them warm, causing skin to burn red raw, flames licking at your bones and scorching your muscles, making heated head scream crimson, tugging at heartstring after heartstring, breaking bones again and again

snap snap snapping

until there's barely anything left, barely even a single morsel remains to be loved and to be held, nothing to care for and to cry for,

so you have to grasp onto them for yourself, don't let your own fire fizzle out as the rain pours and thunder screeches, it's their to keep you safe; if there are no other homes, then angel, build a sanctuary for yourself.

make sure you're not catching your skin on millions of thorns as you search for the roses, search for the ruby red roses for the one who wouldn't even get a single dying daisy for you, make sure to keep your blood stored, make sure to keep your head high, don't let them hurt you, don't let them tell you you're not enough.

remember that when the sun shines down through the cracks between the clouds, and it causes your hair to be gilded in brilliant gold, it's because you're alive and breathing, perhaps hardly existing, but still entirely real, a perfect place in this world, your lungs rise and fall with each breath, even though those breaths may be shuddering and uneasy, shaking and rattling unsteady ribs, let it be a sure sign that you're still breathing.

you might think that you're insignificant, but remember all the breaths you draw, filling faintly corrupted lungs like balloons, pouring life into the plants and trees, allowing nature to simply breathe.

feel the way your heart thumps against your ribcage - it's telling you that you're enough - you are here and you're enough, you are here and you're enough -

don't ever let it stop.

- I spent far too much time putting others above my own needs; but remember how much your breaths are valued too.