Sunday, February 7, 2016

breathe.

the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.

depression is built up anger inside of us that we repress and push deep down so far inside of us, that we forget why we are angry and become sad, but we forget why.

we spend years fighting this sadness, but it is a battle of the unknown.

we breathe in the bad, and hold on so tight we forget that there is hope. hope underneath all the repressed anger that cannot get out. 

you cannot fight the unknown, but you need to simply let it go and let the hope fly free.

all you have to do is simply breathe in the good and release the bad.
there is hope, just breathe.

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