Looking through a page where I used to gather all my thoughts at 18,this ones called "Maybe"
"Maybe I’m the one to settle joy in your heart, but it’s not my place to, I don’t want to, I don’t want to be the girl that repairs, I want to have your heart settled and settling. There is only room for healing, you must do it yourself because no one can fathom your feelings. there is no conjuring involved, no fairy tail, reality is a jungle and I’m a beast, I seek only to be a camouflage, my reflection should reflect myself being , the corners of who I am, the outline where no one traces, you notice I only speak of myself. Well you must do the same in order to change and grow, but maybe." I'm currently in a comfortable, uncomfortable place at 21 where stretching out my changing limits have never been so hard. I allow all that come into my life, but to a degree where I can observe and mesh my reality into theirs . Anywho happy Wednesday, don't forget to expand your mind and read a book. 💖💖