Paper Skies

The length of your recovery is determined by the extent of your injuries. And it’s not always successful. No matter how hard we work at it. Some wounds might never fully heal. You might have to adjust to a whole new way of living. Things may have changed too radically to ever go back to what they were. You might not even recognize yourself. It’s like you haven’t recovered anything at all. You’re a whole new person with a whole new life.

As babies, we were easy. One cry meant you were hungry, another you were tired. It’s only as adults that we become difficult. They start to hire feelings, put up walls. It gets to the point where we don’t really know what anyone thinks or feels. Without meaning to, we become masters of disguise
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It’s not always easy to speak your mind, sometimes you need to be forced to do it. Sometimes, it’s better to just keep things to yourself, play dumb, even when your whole body is aching to come clean. So you shut your mouth, keep your secret, and find other ways to keep yourself happy
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She might need a minute to walk away, but she always comes back.

When the really terrible things happen, we start begging the god we don’t believe in to bring back the little horrors, and take away this. It seems quaint now, doesn’t it? The flood in the kitchen, the poison oak, the fight that leaves you shaking with rage. Would it’ve helped if we could see what else was coming? Would we have known that those were the best moments of our lives?