Quotes

"The feeling of vulnerability. It’s when one has to be handled the carefullest, but also leave them space to break. It’s like a balloon, a bubble. To me, feeling vulnerable is teetering on the edge. You’re either going to keep it buried inside you, the cracks mended by invisible duct tape. The usual facade. You appear to be fine but you’re not. You implode. Or you’re going to snap, let it all go, and completely shatter. You explode. I think of it as a vase being knocked over by a rambunctious child. That image of the porcelain vase on the edge of the mahogany table, spinning ever so slowly, the terrified child holding their breath, their heart on the floor. It’s maudlin music combined with isolation. The taste of sadness in your tongue. The weight of your suffocated heart nestled inside your rising and falling chest. It’s nostalgic memories haunting you and inflicting more sadness instead of happiness. It’s the feeling of sinking with a broken life-vest on. It’s when you’re inspired to write incoherent paragraphs, pouring out yourself on the page. It’s being unable to finish your thoughts."

 

"You can feel the whole world and still feel lost in it. So many people are in pain — no matter how smart or accomplished — they cry, they yearn, they hurt. But instead of looking down on things, they look up, which is where I should have been looking, too. Because when the world quiets to the sound of your own breathing, we all want the same things: comfort, love and a peaceful heart."