The lucky one

Leaning close, I listen to his heart beat and watch his chest rise & fall. This moment will be the ones I will remember, I told myself. I will memorize the curves and arches of his determined face. I will be able to tap out the rhythm of his heart and hum the pattern of his breathing. I can't let go of something so simply beautiful as the world around us gets so ugly and begins to tarnish us. I refuse to give up.

Thoughts are too much to bear

Her thoughts are brutal. They're vicious, mean and pick out every flaw she have. Stop . She is beating herself up. Her heart whispered. She tried to calm herself but it's no use. Her mind wins over her heart. The thoughts are too much to bear, too much to handle. Her heart became heavy and she needs to remind herself to breathe. She needs to remind herself every day that she is okay, that everything is okay. Clearly knowing that IT'S NOT, at all. Her eyes become weary and she can't seems to stop crying, wondering why?