"Who are you to tell me that I'm less than what I should be?"
There is a difference between logically realizing that one has intrinsic worth, and feeling that it is so. This is a matter of life and death.
There is a difference between guilt-tripping someone into staying with one because one needs them, and one saying one needs them. This is the difference between smiles and exhaustion.
There is a difference between losing someone from death and losing someone from disloyalty.
There is a difference between saying it doesn't matter, and meaning it.
Inadequate communication is not lying. Well crafted lies are fine instances of communication.
Beauty used to be separated from the sublime.
Beauty is an empty place at the table: This world is ordered, and wants to accept you.
Sublime means destruction you are sheltered from. The burning ship half a mile from shore, the thunderstorm rattling on your roof while you watch the windows.
Hope is realizing it gets better.
Fear is doubting that it will.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow...this is where a lot of emotions come in. Fear, anger, and joy can be present tense, but so many emotions are based on anticipation. Hope, fear, worry, confusion (anticipated understanding)...
Running for the fun of it. Before the load breaks one's back, turns flat one's feet, simply...running. Wind rushing, feet slap-slapping, free. There's something clean in a chase, in a run.
If the chased is worth catching, the run is a reward in itself.
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