Some days
you will fight
and it will
never
be enough.

Some days
you will crawl
calm as the sea.

You are allowed
to sink into your bed.
You are allowed
to jump into the fire.

I have yet
to outrun myself,
no matter
how often I have tried.

Michelle K., Changing Seasons. (via michellekpoems)

When a good thing goes bad it’s not the end of the world it’s just the end of a world