Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol, morphine or idealism.
I can’t live in my body all the time it feels too much
So if I ever feel far away know I am not gone
I am just underneath my grief
Adjusting the dial on my radio face so I can take this life with all of it’s love and all of it’s loss.
I know because I read…Your mind is not a cage. It’s a garden. And it requires cultivating.
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.