...in valleys

i'm wondering to what extent people will say lovely things, as to avoid hurting your feelings. it seems slightly excessive the amounts of praise i receive from some people, and it seems ill deserved. i don't really appreciate half-hearted compliments when they're only verbalised in the first place as pale reassurance. it's like i'm dodging my separate audiences, so i can hide behind the facade of words. words they'll never see, because nothing is private anymore and i'm constantly running from confrontation.


but at night you’re dancing through the pain, even when you’re the only one. no rose, no sky as full of beauty as the girl who dies but rises with every morning’s sun,
alone.
have heart write pure poetry. we should study that in literature, eh