today, a list.
1. Perfect things (surprisingly, they’re not mind-blowing) sneak up on you. I think it is hope that floats, happiness well it just is. The way you know your heart, the way you know your mother is gone, the way you know that living is the only response to everything and anything. And not in spite of, but because of.
how strange that the happier things that have come have always been tinged with some sort of sadness. sunlight has a touch of the dark, only because it always holds you. only because love is infinite.
2. It really is easier to hate yourself, than to always say, “No, I will not let you do this to me anymore.” Too many voices have tried to tell us otherwise, and too loudly and with too much certainty. Also, no matter how much dye goes on my hair or lipstick on my lips—it takes courage to truly say, “Because I’m worth it.”
It here means everything. I’m worth everything. And in that way, nothing too.
3. Oh love, may your heart break everyday, may it never be completely whole.
This entry was posted on May 27, 2010 by Anina Abola. It was filed under but sober, faith, fragment, letters to myself, life, love, mom, notes to self, Uncategorized and was tagged with lists, messages, poetry, things unsaid.