If love is time, I will be there someday.

Love, like time, can both bring joy and pain. I may be here and break your heart someday.

I feel overwhelmed by sorrow and the weight of the world.

Being myself is hard, and I find it difficult to say ‘I love you’ and risk getting hurt.

I struggle to express myself, but I want everyone to know that I love them.

My lungs are filled with love, but also sickness and darkness. I feel a connection with all those who have loved and lost.

I need to escape this dark place. Mister, I loved you.”

:: 03.30.2023 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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