Break and Release
we crawl through this existence, scarred and weary, knowing damn well we’ll break and be broken. it’s the toll we pay for feeling anything at all. to savor the bloom, we bear the frost’s sting. to be here, we confront the abyss. in this gritty waltz, pain and joy share a bed, each sorrow a prelude to a fleeting smirk. our collective walk, a mosaic of sobs and chuckles, pieced together by the same rough hands. to love is to risk, to live is to bet. we bare our souls, knowing they’ll bleed. yet in this raw, beautiful chaos, we find our truth, we take our chance. we stride through the flames, scars and all, because the alternative is a life half-lived, a heart half-shut. we kiss the chaos, the unknown, because in the end, it’s the only way to truly be alive. so we dance, awkward and unafraid, knowing that every stumble, every fall, is just another part of this wild, wonderful ride. and in the end, when the music fades, we’ll look back and see that every moment, every tear and every laugh, was worth it.