"... you have to carry the light so your bones don't ache and you stave off the shivers."
Sometimes, living feels like whistling in the dark. You go and you walk and you stay on the path, but things keep getting darker around you. So you put your brave mask on, and you sing that one song, and you fluff your feathers up to appear bigger. But the darkness closes in, and the weeds slither around your feet. In those moments, it's good to remember: the spark of the sun is within. The light you carry is enough, and there's always an end to the forest.
This one is as much for you as it is for me. I've had my share of dark nights of the soul, but I found my way out and I'm still here. I know you will, too.
"... you have to carry the light so your bones don't ache and you stave off the shivers."
Sometimes, living feels like whistling in the dark. You go and you walk and you stay on the path, but things keep getting darker around you. So you put your brave mask on, and you sing that one song, and you fluff your feathers up to appear bigger. But the darkness closes in, and the weeds slither around your feet. In those moments, it's good to remember: the spark of the sun is within. The light you carry is enough, and there's always an end to the forest.
This one is as much for you as it is for me. I've had my share of dark nights of the soul, but I found my way out and I'm still here. I know you will, too.
