Heartbreak is Ugly

I think it is beautiful to pour your soul into others.

I hope I find courage to never stop. I wish I had known sooner not allow her to settle. I realise now she is like a river. Not a pond. Like a warm embrace that washes off the anguish of sadness.

Accepting that she belongs in a place where she roams without tenancy. Where there is an outpour of honesty and love and kindness. That these will always water the reservoir to meet its sea.

I hope and I will keep hoping it becomes a parchment where blueprints of beautiful breaths will take shape and breathe into us certain kinds mercy.