book of revelations

morningismockingme:

i don’t have a story. i hold a series of memories and mistakes. regrets and recollections. i have sewn them onto my heart incase one day i need to give them away. i have been silenced by sadness, blinded by beauty and hurt by hunger. they say that i am ill. i do not believe them. all i know is that i wasn’t always like this. this wasn’t always me. i am tired and empty and insane and that settles well with me.