It doesn't hurt me anymore, remembering something. What someone said just to hurt me. It doesn't burn, isn't it weird? No, I didn't get stronger, on the contrary, I lost strength and hit the bottom of your weakness. But the faster you get to the bottom, the faster you come out. Then you inhale, a deeper breath than usual. His life as if he was breathing for the first time. It doesn't matter where you breathe. Whether the air is dirty or clean. You're just thankful you're breathing. Then there are other reasons to be thankful for. Then your reasons multiply. You forget why you sink, why you even need this breath, you live with your reasons.
You live for others over time. Life finds an excuse to connect you to itself.
So don't be sad. Whether you fall or sink to the bottom, you get up and hug your life even tighter. Even though you are tired, you find the strength to take a step. You walk again step by step, as if you were born again, as if you were crawling again.
Darkness no longer frightens you. Loneliness does not intimidate her confidence. Again you find a branch to hold on to. A new bird is born in your chest.
Bird's nest your heart loves again.
Maybe this time you are loved as you deserve. To reconcile with courage and compassion. You open your heart, the flower on your chest while it is blooming. You smell that flower, you hide that flower from all your bad feelings. She packs her worries and leaves. Your fears dissipate from your mind. The home in your heart is warming like a hot summer day. The pen comes back to life, it gathers again, this time with a real and visible feeling of muses. You become one with profit.
As if it had never been destroyed.