Be it.
От Здравко Григоров | В некатьегоризираншт
To all who never were.
You can’t be yourself any longer. No chance, no time. No mirrors to paint your soul onto. Just draw a line and fit into it, if a circle seems too overwhelming. I could be the line, so could she, so could everybody. Not you though. You wouldn’t fit otherwise, it’s gonna hurt more than you could stand. Because I’ve seen pain and I’ve been inside of you, saw your line. It ain’t beautiful, have never even been. You never set it free enough just because you knew it’d engulf your little starless sky.
Mine did. And it felt smooth, so handsomely natural. As if it was meant to be painful and wrong, and I knew it. And I did it. So should you. But don’t let it be you. Make it be it.
You will see how a scar can change one’s world. A line shaped scar.
