and as the light dances off the sky, i can think. for the first fucking time in ages.

and for every bad memory you have, i’ll trade you a good one. i’ll trade you the times when you smiled through your tears and laughed despite it all. times when we roamed the woods just after the storm had passed and let out eyes slip open, and for that small moment it all felt new again.

when our minds were wiped clean of all the horrible fucking things we’ve seen, for a moment… we were innocent.

and the sky rose up for us. and the wind bowed down to us. and the ground reached up, and painted masterpieces on our skin.

and i think it’s gonna be ok. despite the roaring storm, and the bottomless pit in my stomach. it’s gonna be ok.

you’re allowed to feel exhausted.