» words & turds: maybe if sisyphus were a 20-something girl from brooklyn without a fucking clue
sometimes, something that you wanted to be good, and beautiful, full of love and significance… just isn’t, and it hurts.sometimes you feel on the precipice of something great. before someone even loves you, you imagine marrying him and having his children and hyphenating your last name to have a long, ornate, loopy, signature.
sometimes, you can already tell something is wrong but you hold it closer so that it still feels good. sometimes, when you reach the point where you have to jump, you fall. it is a long way down. sometimes, you feel as if no one wants to invest in you—like no one in your life has, does, or will ever love you enough to stay. (to keep.) those times, you will be wrong. because you have. you have loved yourself enough to live. sometimes, when you reach the point where you have to jump, you fall. and you face the climb. it is pain and sweat and agony, excitement and elation, fear and hopelessness, burning and burning. and then one day, you are there again. you have to try again. to jump again. sometimes, something that you wanted to be good, and beautiful, full of love and significance… just isn’t, and it hurts. but it is significant in ways you didn’t expect. and that is ok. maybe better.
