the good that won't come out of me

the switch is on

well
i just want you back
and its this feeling that i’m experiencing
uncertainty
that got me to where we are now
and its what happened in the
in between
thats brought me to the feeling once again.

november eighth, you’ve upset me
i’m sorry if i bruised
your insides
with my fickle mind
and
body.

its something i’ve
been working on;
to love
myself would
make
things so much more consistent.
i do believe.

i’ll do my best
to turn myself
inside out until theres no part
unknown
but explored
accepted
and adored.
maybe when i come back to
me
so will
you.

bunnymitford:

You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.

Anaïs Nin