Sometimes its okay to cry. Not that customary weep just because you’ve been hurt over something particular. But that cry when you’ve been dealing with life all on your own for quite some time, when your emotions have been drenched and gasped right through your heart, when you don’t have one of your parents to pat your back or to tell you its going to be okay, maybe the etchy guilt to have made someone feel bad about themselves, or when you can not bear the burden in your chest anymore and your soul feels way too heavy. Just take a deep breath. And let it all go, the burden, the misery, the sorrow and pain accumulating in your chest for far too long. And forming roots within its cavity. Cry, not for help, but to make sure you still feel. You don’t have to be one of those pretentious beings out there. There’s no need to hold it in anymore, and sleep with a heavy heart. It’s okay. It may feel like a long night, but when the sun shines through the clouds, and refracts right into your window that’s when it’ll hit you that there’s always light no matter how dark or scary the night gets. The shrill clucks will wake you up. Make some freaking pancakes. Or some eggs too. And please no bacon. It’s just a few bad days, weeks, or years. But in the end It’s all going to be okay. And fall right into place for you. Every good thing takes time..
