Words.

“Words will leave you.

Every now and then.

You will start finding comfort in others. You will lose your bearing and will solely run on substances. You will go berserk wondering why you can’t grasp the words.

Words. Brimming. Unclasped.

You will go lethal. Wrecking.

But in the end they come back.

They always come back when you have made peace with yourself.”

– things a writer told me//

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