11/08/2026
I may know exactly the day my heart got broken the first time into a thousand pieces. I know the soundtrack, I remember the feeling. The cold, the warmth, the pain. Falling to the floor.
That might have been the first time i really understood the grief of losing someone whilst we are all still alive.
The grief of love. The art of losing.
Looking back - how ridiculous are we, when we have a broken heart?
The art of picking those little pieces back, bringing them together. Creating another you, a different one, as if the first one wasn’t good enough.
But that’s the issue right? We feel like we need to create ourselves - portrait something, thrive to be. No mam, f*ck it.
You don’t need to create yourself, you need to rediscover who you are, the aftermath of your previous life.
Be proud of where you are. It took a lot to get here ❤️✨
