The mirror only reflects "me" back to "you." In an ocean of despair, what is there left to lose but kindness? The clock strikes midnight and there's nothing left but a shell built up to survive. The night is endless, but only because the day was once known. Our desperation guides, tripping over clumsy feet, trying to find the light again. What was stolen, we will find. The pain endured is not how this story ends. For every moment of sorrow, there will be moments of rest. Amongst the chaos, take my hand and remember, you don't have to fight for this life alone now.
im fine 😭