i have thoughts in my head like stones that weigh me down. and yet ─ nothing i have encountered has managed to push me to the ground.
even in pain, i will rise. even when darkness veils my vision, i will stumble forward until i reach dawn. the weather forecast says it will rain pebbles tonight. but i have an umbrella with me. i will be fine. i am not strong but isn't that a form of strength in itself?
i am not the beach, i am the ocean. doubts settling down like dust, thoughts as heavy as stones. they do not hurt me.
