I don’t know what to do with this thing called devotion. This thing that swells within my chest. It chokes me on tears I didn’t see coming. It wraps me in warmth when I’ve let the cold of the world get to me. It tells me to be silent and just listen to the quiet. It makes me feel as if I’ll burst, but I never do. I sit here and cry and cry; feeling how loved I am. I want to scream for all my hurts and injuries and it tells me to go ahead. It will listen and soothe my troubles. I fight and claw and yell and it is still there. It still fills me to overflowing and I am still stuck not knowing what to do. What do I do?
Reblogging this bc of reasons.
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