Little hope.

Restoration needed inside of me. This week of contemplation, I have realized what is wrong with a lot of lonely souls. Buried, deeper and deeper, dying to crawl up and out and breathe in the sun: we want to get out and continue to believe there is no way up. The lie in believe feeds our hopelessness.
Scramble: bee live >>>>> be alive

Be alive!
There is no hole!
There are no walls!
You are in a field- vast and endless: run through it!

Encourage yourself to do
what you must-
and every good thing you
put effort in is
worth while.



The only hard part of this healing: forgiving
those who made you feel like you were trapped in the hole.

Ignore them.
There is no hole.
There are no walls.
You are in a field: vast and endless- run through it.

Seize the day
and every opportunity thrown at you. Keep your hands
and mind busy from here on out
in order to feel,
to breathe,
happiness.

There is a little hope right now.
Believe.

Be alive.


Hej hej,

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