We carry the same wound
But have different cures.
But opposite remedies.
The most beautiful words are the ones we’ve locked away in the basement, because they were too terrifying to show anyone
What’s just a coincidence for you that you still find me in your way, is a long wait for me to get found by you.
Maybe the journey isn’t so much about becoming anything. Maybe it’s about un-becoming everything that isn’t really you so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place.