apartment
bones
break-up
broken
cold
day
drinking
drunk
empty
every-day
flowers
green
growing
healing
health
heart
hours
inspiration
inspiring
life
losing
lost
love
miles
new-beginning
new-day
new-life
new-start
night
night-sky
return
running
sad
seasons
shower
sky
spring
strong
stronger
tears
the-glass-child
this-year
tumblr-writer
unfolds
week
weight
whisky
winter
youth
So I am not a broken heart. I am not the weight I lost or miles or ran and I am not the way I slept on my doorstep under the bare sky in smell of tears and whiskey because my apartment was empty and if I were to be this empty I wanted something solid to sleep on. Like concrete. I am not this year and I am not your fault.I am muscles building cells, a little every day, because they broke that day,but bones are stronger once they heal and I am smiling to the bus driver and replacing my groceries once a week and I am not sitting for hours in the shower anymore. I am the way a life unfolds and bloom and seasons come and go and I am the way the spring always finds a way to turn even the coldest winter into a field of green and flowers and new life. I am not your fault.
----Charlotte Eriksson
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