there are so many things people don’t speak of. for fear of judgement or emotional breakdown, i’d imagine.
there are so many things i don’t speak of. that i don’t know how to speak of. that i don’t know who to speak about it to.
why don’t we just share openly? why should sharing change anything we feel about anyone we know? why should it ever be anything more than giving someone the space to set their pent up emotions free.
because the people in my past that hurt me are no less than i was – when i hurt others.
we are all, imperfect beings. we are good. and we are evil.
no one should feel victimized. no one needs to act righteous. there should be no attacking. just being.
and everyone can just be. imperfect as they are. happy as they can be.