There are people who bottle their sadness in scientific test tubes the way doctor’s bottle disease. They sit and wait until the doors are latched and the home is quiet. When they shoot up their demons, it’s not so much of a hit as it is a spiraling slide down to the pit of their belly to feast on the inner stomach lining. They become so lost in the haze of sadness that they are kept estranged from a rotating lighthouse trying to bring them home. Soon they’ve become too busy wrapping lifelines around the base of their throat to even hope that they might have it in them to save themselves.
This is what happens when sadness tells you that it is worthy, but your happiness is not. This is what happens when you believe it.
Do not give up on the idea of a life without heavy anchors tempting…
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