the chaotic mess of living in this world
i rot from the inside out soon you’ll see what i am;
a dead thing begging to be loved
“on some days, i’m a heart holding on to a body, and on others, i’m a body holding on to a heart.”
— Abdulsamad S. M.
what expectations can you release in exchange for inner peace?
increasingly i am finding myself succumbing to giving love without expecting anything in return. and it tastes like freedom. may i never forget that love should always feel like freedom, but also like home.
yes, love is both.