🌹🖤I am always surprised by the banality with which people who have knowingly and shamelessly hurt me return,
or claim to return.
As if nothing had happened.
As if my silences were submission and not disappointment.
As if my lack of reaction had not contained the last shred of respect for the sincerity of a shared and then destroyed experience.
I am always surprised by the claim to find everything intact,
in thoughts and behaviors.
Inside me, in my life and in my heart,
people who make mistakes in good faith will always have a place and always a second chance to grow together.
Inside me, in my life and in my heart,
the people who bring evil to the places where I try to make good grow simply dissolve,
they no longer exist.
They become emotional garbage that I throw in the dumps of the past:
useless,
non-existent,
invisible.
Inside of me,
in my life and in my heart,
I only want imperfect carriers of good:
people who do not know they are poetry,
but become so every day,
simply by smiling...
🖤💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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