eclipsesokaiba

sometimes it’s okay to sit on the floor of the bathroom stall and let your feelings gather- it’s okay to let them pool like a lachrymose lagoon as the inside of your stomach does summersaults; I know these emotions can’t be tenderly released, they’re not soft waves kissing the expecting shore, let them pour out of you like tidal waves- release the tsunami from within you and I know sometimes the tears will sodden your pillowcase, they’ll be juggernauts- those brackish beads cathartically-cartwheeling down your flushed cheeks; but remember how even the clouds may cry tempestuously today, only to make room for m