Musing no. 8: No rest for the wicked

I wish I could sleep all my bad feelings away.

I end up waking up hating that I woke up. 

Kind of sucks when I literally have no time to relax right now. 

But I need rest.

“Come to me,” He said. I’m trying. But let me love You more than anything, please.

All this world does is hurt my heart.

Sometimes I feel like breaking and just reaching for the stars and infinity.

But I probably should just be patient.

Someday, I will love me.

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