How beautiful it is.
How surprising.
Always so close, yet sometimes, far away for long.
Find ways to hide away.
Reasons, cospirations against ourselves.
Unknown.
Fears, unneccessary.
But when we arrive, so obvious.
Thank you, dear heart. 

I know. Sometimes I'm wrong, sometimes I forget but I do know.
And that is here to stay.

Truth may be firence, othertimes playful, sometimes fed gently, sometimes with blood dripping, sometimes screaming out of your nightmares. Don't put it aside as simply as mental illness. Don't medicate it more than needed. Learn to know love and trust it will all your heart as the only true medicine, as the only true healer.

​Hear?