Sometimes there are no words. No words that can be beautifully crafted to make everything seem okay. Words that turn pain into beauty. The words people get tattooed across their arms. The words preached in days consumed with darkness.
Sometimes these can’t be found. They get lost, eaten, by the feeling of numbness. They get consumed by the feeling of not knowing what to feel.
Words. So beautiful. But today, I have none.
And I think that’s okay. I think it’s okay to sit in my silence and just be. Just breathe. Feel nothing or feel everything. It doesn’t really matter. I think sometimes we get so confused on how to feel, what to say and what to do. We forget to just be, to feel what we feel as it comes and goes. There is no right feeling and there is no wrong. The fact that you are feeling, whether in pain or elsewhere is beauty.
No beautifully crafted words make it anymore validated.