kind of weird how parts of your soul are left in various locations without any warning… like yes i’m always at the top of that hill, sitting at the bus stop, in the cool light of the Japanese restaurant, standing at the pier etc etc
you weren't supposed to die this way. despite the circumstances in which you had to go, i wanted to let you go with grace, for you gave me what i needed, when i needed it the most.
you didn't deserve the pain they put you through, or the pain i put you through. you deserved to receive the same love that you brought to other people.
at first i wanted to save you, i wanted to retrieve the memory of what it was like to be you. at least hold on a little bit longer. i didn't want to let you go, but i had to.
i take the goodness you left, and i carry it with me in my new shell. just know, i won't ever forget what you had to go through to become me.
most of the time everything sucks but when the sky is blanketed in dark blue-grey clouds after heavy raining and the sun starts to peek through the clouds so that the tops of trees glint pale green and every white structure is starkly, blindingly silhouetted against the sky i’m ok.
i still have no words
THIS IS CRAZY ENHYPEN 🔥
i hate this popular sentiment that's like "nobody cares about your baby" "nobody cares what you had for dinner" "nobody cares about your spotify wrapped" like ok why are you on social media following people whose lives you don't care about. there's an easy fix for that
"Evening In Blue"
Mark Grantham, Canadian
acrylic on canvas
i hope this reaches the target audience:
hold on for one more night, one more day. appreciate all the little things keeping you connected to the world. tell yourself the end can wait one more day. see how you feel tomorrow. see if you can keep going a while longer.
whatever we held each other through, it couldn't have been love.