2025-01-02 02:33
Everything will change; even the voices that whisper will be different. The sorrow is hidden behind smiles until, out of nowhere, comes the rain. The pieces forever changed, mismatched, and rearranged, sometimes turned inside out and upside down, but someday, I hope they're put back together like a fantastic kintsugi. The wounds smoothed over blended into one another; on those lonely days, they will hurt. Trust me; it's not that you are flawed or broken but more beautiful than before.