It’s hard to believe that pain is ephemeral when it’s all she’s ever known.
It’s hard to believe when hope starts to feel like sand slipping through her fingertips.
It’s hard to believe that there is a way out of the abyss when all she does is float in oblivion.
It’s hard to believe that life is exquisite when it always breaks her core.
Suddenly, her existence is no longer trapped in a labyrinth or sucked by black holes.
It just remains an endless pit of disappointment towards herself.
when words blend 