Feeling From Being...


​My sister would usually joke that I'm the sort of person whose heart shouldn’t be broken, because I'd make the heart break my entire personality.

​I laugh over it, but I know she's not far from the truth. When Huwa wrote, "I don't wear my heart on my sleeve," I could not relate because I wear mine on my very forehead.

​I've never learned how to pretend to be okay when I'm not. Many a time, I wonder how people pull it off. Like, how do you carry on so seamlessly as though your world didn't just end?

​Y'all better start sharing tips; I'm genuinely curious. How does one feel like absolute sh*t and still wear the brightest smile?

​Dearest reader, how do you go on? How do you grieve? How do you exist like nothing's changed when the very world you know is shifting and turning into what you can no longer comprehend?

​How do you separate feeling from being?





​@favvy_Okwansđź–¤.

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