please teach me gently, how to breathe
there is nothing more beautiful than the synchronicity of beating hearts
and your eyes pierced through me, the expression in your face seemed to threaten my very existence, daring me to breathe
“youth one day disappears from the mirror, only from the mirror (it is still inside)”
you were only a pretender. you assumed an identity that you made for yourself, shielding the true you from the outside. and with time, the true you that you guarded so zealously began to fade away, until only remnants of your genuine self remained. fragments so small that you no longer gave them meaning
perhaps in your soul, was still the essence of the child you once were. perhaps the innocence had not been stripped away entirely, had not been eroded by your disappointments and your pain
