I wonder when I’ll find the words that can communicate just how much I appreciate the people who have shown me the type of love that helps me feel whole. I can’t deny the gratitude I hold for those who have come and gone, but the ones who have stayed carry my heart on their backs

A good friend of mine told me I seem to explain what I mean perfectly then close my statements with ‘but idk’

My truth is no matter how many words I can find for others, the communication that I desire, that makes me full, often doesn’t come packaged in sentences

Communication is an art form for each to express as for as the extent of their individuality. For some it is language but for others sound, or dance or acrylics or physical touch. So many things allow us to bring who we are out from our soul and into the reality we all share

I believe the one thing that all forms of communication [art] share is action. Which is honestly quite scary because action takes a lot of courage no matter how big or small the task may seem.

So now I’m asking myself, when will the fear stop?

The fear of reality not being able to accept the impossiblities that I dream. Or the fear of communicating in the ways I desire to be heard.

Someone said they’re can’t be love without fear or hate or pain but someone also said it always seems impossible until it’s done

Imma go back to fighting my migraine now

Fuq a nįqqa named they’re their and there btw I was doing soooo good with avoiding typos this time tooo