I'd Rather Choke on Greatness than Nibble on Mediocrity.

To heal
you have to
get to the root
of the wound
and kiss it all the way up.

-rupi kaur

I was once asked what broke me.

The question was in response to me asking if I could be fixed.

Bleeding heart.

Hand in beehive.

Do we meet who we need to when we need them?
Am I so desperate for someone to see inside that I'm willing to break myself apart?

To tear my soul from the skin.

I have a tendency to overthink everything in my life.

I get in my head.

Am I making it worse?

Am I making it happen at all?

In general?

You know the feeling of when you aren't sure if you're preventing further pain.

Or causing pain that wouldn't have existed had you let life happen.

I'm not sure if I am broken

or

if we are all broken.

Am I more broken than the rest?

I'm not sure that I can be fixed.