Our hearts like cobblestone.
I think I lost myself. I think somewhere along the way I dropped little pieces of myself that I never cared to pick back up. They were the pieces that the world told me weren't good enough, or worthy enough, or pretty enough. They were the pieces that others told me would hold me back. They were the pieces I decided I would be better off without.
I chose to break myself apart just to please the shouting voices.
So did you. You chose to break off little pieces here and there, never realizing what you were sacrificing. You lost your innocence, your joy for the stillness, your heart for others, your hope for the wild dreams.
Maybe that’s okay, and maybe some day we'll learn to hold on a little tighter to the light.