3.12.2012

pop rocks.


"There are some people in the world who live lovely, Lysol clean lives. And nothing is wrong with that. There are some people who swim in pools of unblemished waters and dance throughout life in point-toe shoes. And nothing is wrong with that. There are folks who stuff napkins in their collars before they indulge in moments. And nothing is wrong with that.

… But this is not for them.

This is for the people who wade through muddy waters of life. They walk past the locked corners of their minds, afraid to awaken their beasts. Nostalgic tears burn, melt, and dry like crystallized candle wax- the people who gather these tears and hang them like chandeliers for light. Yes, this is for them. This is for the people with demons who haunt them while showering. While raising hands in class. WHILE TAKING IN BREATHS.

This post is for the people who breathe heavily - inhaling just enough hope to appreciate the hour, the minute, the second. This is for the people who squint at the past and dismiss the future. They dodge around the mental landmines that are their memories- afraid to trigger their instability. & we toast to you, soldiers."

-anonymous

P.S.
let it be known that the "stable ones" are the minority .



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