Catarine Hancock

there will be days where you look in the mirror and want to remold your body like clay, days where you may not even want to get out of bed. on those days, it's okay to cry, to want to be different. but the next morning, remind yourself; you will be okay, you will be okay, you will be okay

you run too fast

and i can never reach you

for i am tired of chasing

someone who will never let

me catch them

silence is the loudest thing at

times

maybe that’ll be how the world ends,” he suggests, “it won’t

end terribly. it’ll just stop.”

i've spent so long chasing after someone who doesn't care

i found it cruel, cruel of whoever, or whatever, was in charge of fate, to bring us together again

i’m starting to wonder if maybe love is trying to teach me a lesson and i have just refused to learn it

that voice repeats itself, louder this time: “what do you want?”

it dawns on you, ever so slowly, what your answer is. you want to be happy. you want to feel beautiful, like you belong in your own skin. you want to be free, unrestrained in your existence. you do not want a life rid of hardship; rather, you want the ability to handle it in a way that is less debilitating, that leaves room for growth. you want it all. you want everything.

after a moment, you answer:

“i want all this world can give me.”

there is a pause, and then the voice responds:

“then you’re going to have to give it to yourself.”

it’s okay to not know

which path is yours.

what’s important is that

you are taking the first step.