I want to be someone who makes your life better. Someone who has something to offer. I want to be so many things to so many people.
How do you open up your heart without losing yourself as well?
These are questions I ask myself. How do you become one with someone while still maintaining yourself? Because, baby, sometimes you have to believe in yourself more than anyone else. And when it hurts, sometimes you have to bandage yourself. Its not fair. Its like the world cut off your leg and expects you to sew that gaping wound closed as you lay in a puddle of blood, just trying to figure out how you got here in the first place.
But you have to. There might be no other option. And all my life I’ve hoped that its not true. That maybe we lift each other up. That we carry each other. But then why were we given legs. No, I think its true that we have to walk. And maybe sometimes we have to walk alone. That way we can better understand each other.
We have to do this to love. And it doesn’t necessarily make sense. But when has anything worthwhile ever made sense?