i can see, hear, feel, touch, and taste.
i have everything i need,
but at the same time, emotionally, i don't.
sometimes, a hug is all i need; but sometimes, a hug just isn't enough.
i feel selfish for wanting to be comforted.
sometimes, i just want to hear a soft:
'hey, don't you cry, i'm here.'
-c.s.
YOU ARE READING
a letter adressed to you
Poezja'my hand writes the things my heart yearns, my mind screams, but my mouth doesn't dare speak.' for the hating, the healing, the happy, the hopeful, the loved, who loved, and the loving. //inspired by rupi kaur// //lowercase intended//
