Grab my heart and don't
forget to squeeze
One of the loneliest things in the world is what people called The Tenere Tree.
A lonely, lonely tree that sits in the middle of an empty desert.
Some days I feel as alone as that simple, surviving tree.
The tree and I have at least one thing in common.
Loneliness.
It's not that it's the end of the world that I feel lonely. As far as I'm concerned, it's a completely normal and recurring experience for me.
The ground shakes beneath my feet when I feel like the tight-rope I walk on is about to snap.
Shaken, broken, and remember; not broken.
When alone, it feels like my heart is being ripped like muscles after a hard workout. Muscles heal, true, but I learn not to work out as hard as I did before.
It's like I never learn after hard relationships. My heart just rips, and rips until the stitches that once were sewn into my heart are completely separated.
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Elegiac
Non-FictionThese are all the things I had written while being in a hospital for a while. You don't have to like them, I'm just putting them out there for you guys to see. It was at an eating disorder clinic that basically treated me like complete shit. It's a...
