Some things are difficult to write- not because the author does not want to portray them, but because life is delicate and words are clumsy.
Yet, there’s something beautiful in the mess, something to treasure in words that were too valuable to time perfectly.
Whilst digging through the depths of caged up thoughts and unspoken words, I’ve come to the conclusion that holding back is rarely worth it.
Once the rusty words and muddy thoughts are being excavated, you’ll find that the playground of your life is much more open for friends to stream in. And as the open fields start to pour out, take in the view. It really is extraordinary, and I’ll never forget the ones that helped me get here.