It’s one thing to be alone, but it’s another thing to feel like there’s no hope; like no matter what you do, no matter where you are, you’ll never find home.
It’s one thing to have someone by your side, but it’s another thing to know that no matter what you do, they will be closer then your body can stand, but closer then your heart could ever ask them to.
It’s one thing to love, but it’s another thing to know that a person would go to hell and back if it meant saving you.
It’s one thing to be betrayed, but it’s another thing to be back stabbed by the one by whom’s ￼arms you felt most safe.
It’s one thing to feel, but it’s another thing to know.
It’s one thing to learn, but it’s another thing to grow.
It’s one thing to be ok, and yet another to feel safe when everything around breaks. To have peace when everything is great. To be still and take time when the grind brings results in the best ways.
It’s one thing to feel and another one to be led by what we feel, regardless of what is real.
In the wondering, take each step in the footprints ahead led by the hand of the one who made yours. Walk in step with the ones you love, but hold fast to the one who’s breath is in your lungs.
Feel the love, feel the pain, feel alone, feel framed, but breath free. Know you are seen. Know that if home never finds you or finds you empty, that there’s a being who weeps for you with tears unseen. He felt the things you feel today, he’s gone through them in different times, in different ways. He holds you closer then you can feel, but he hold you. Don’t give up. He’s here.