haemonius

"sometimes i wondered if i would ever let that feeling go. if one day i would stop looking around, searching for a place that resembled me, for a face where i could finally recognize myself.
          	
          	but i kept telling myself i wasn’t enough, that no matter how hard i tried, others would always be better, steadier, more whole. they had a certain way of belonging to the world, while i stumbled through every step. i often thought about how easily others seemed to fit, while i stayed on the edges.
          	
          	i lowered my eyes, pretended not to care, and let it go. i told myself there was no place for me — no place at all, really. i am someone out of place, a forgotten word no one repeats anymore.
          	
          	i don’t belong to anyone, or anything. i am nothing.
          	
          	i am nothing, and others are everything. and in that everything that doesn’t welcome me, i stand still, with the emptiness in my chest quietly pulsing."

haemonius

"sometimes i wondered if i would ever let that feeling go. if one day i would stop looking around, searching for a place that resembled me, for a face where i could finally recognize myself.
          
          but i kept telling myself i wasn’t enough, that no matter how hard i tried, others would always be better, steadier, more whole. they had a certain way of belonging to the world, while i stumbled through every step. i often thought about how easily others seemed to fit, while i stayed on the edges.
          
          i lowered my eyes, pretended not to care, and let it go. i told myself there was no place for me — no place at all, really. i am someone out of place, a forgotten word no one repeats anymore.
          
          i don’t belong to anyone, or anything. i am nothing.
          
          i am nothing, and others are everything. and in that everything that doesn’t welcome me, i stand still, with the emptiness in my chest quietly pulsing."