by Belle Book
It's those times you can think, not just think, but delve deep into your soul that you realise how absolutely devastating and how absolutely perfect life can be.
Sitting in a crowded tube, music blaring through the earphones that don't quite fit your ears,
counting the minutes and the train stations until you can get home and forget about all of the obstacles life throws you throughout the day.
It's hard, life, living, fighting to keep going every minute of the day. Do you really get anywhere? Yes and no..
life is full of trudging around, accomplishing sweet fuck all, but if you look at the broad scope, you can see how far you have come and all of the battles you have won.
Why should we have to fight my just to stay alive?
It should be a basic fucking human right for every single individual on this earth to live, yet we see the rate of suicides climbing every day.
From those who were not too weak, but who had too much to say with no one to listen to what they were truly saying. It's sad, life, and yet, it's completely perfect.
Perfect in it's devastating brokenness. I'm not scared of living.