Sometimes a feeling creeps up and takes hold. It grips tightly—an open hand around the throat. It washes over in melancholy waves. It presses on the chest, forcing shallow sips of breath.
I've been looking forward to your next post knowing that some part of me can relate to your words (although it's for a completely different reason). Truth is, I find solace in reading the words I can't bring myself to put together. So, thank you for that. I'm glad this has been the first thing I saw after waking up today, I needed that.
I'll try my best to nourish the seed and eventually turn into the rose, I hope you will too. Take care!
Hi Lola,
I've been looking forward to your next post knowing that some part of me can relate to your words (although it's for a completely different reason). Truth is, I find solace in reading the words I can't bring myself to put together. So, thank you for that. I'm glad this has been the first thing I saw after waking up today, I needed that.
I'll try my best to nourish the seed and eventually turn into the rose, I hope you will too. Take care!
Lola this is such beautiful writing and I’m so amazed at your ability to be so vulnerable in this piece. Thank you for sharing ❤️
I cried reading this post. These are words I definitely need to hear. Thank you for such beautiful words and wisdom ❤️
Thanks for reading and I am moved to know how you felt