The sky is so wide. The air, so crisp.

The sunset filled with broad strokes, melting colors.

Sometimes it is just really, really good to be alive.

And sometimes? Sometimes I know that if I only close my eyes, breathe, and breathe again, this feeling - and it is only an emotion, can't be seen and can't be felt - this feeling will go. It comes, it'll go.

But sometimes I'm weak. And you know one shot will dull the edges for a while.

And then you cry because you realise you've forgotten how to treasure yourself. Or is that not it? Did you step in too deeply, venture too far; try your hand at something you should never have touched? Or did you do what you always wanted, and because life happened as life does sometimes, you now feel the backlash and thinks it's too much, just too much, like you can't breathe...can't keep still, you need to run.

Perhaps this is all just part of life. And perhaps I just need to keep breathing....moment by moment. This too shall pass.


Lauv - tattoos together