When lines blur, minds bend. Hearts sink, then hearts mend.

jhbrd:

Every now and then, there comes a time where you realise the only remaining option – out of all the options you’ve tried – is to drop your mask and tell the truth. Let the dream fade.

Re-establish a safe distance where the heart cannot be weathered and battered by beautiful pain.

Then, when the storm has passed,
get back out into the wild.

I love this so much!!!! Well written!!!