I would love to tell someone how I am. What's happening in my head. What my thoughts are. But I have no idea how to talk about it. I have forgotten how to talk about myself. How it is to open up to someone. I always listen to everyone but nobody listens to me. I am always there for others. But nobody wants to know what's going on in my head. I am not surprised. Nobody wants to hear something about my chaos. This is the result of always putting yourself last. To get lost without anyone noticing. But that's life. In the end you are always alone.
the infamous 'last sighting of a barbary lion in the wild' photo taken by marcelin flandrin (1925) haunts me to my core. there's something so achingly poetic about it.
nobody talks about the fact that you can have all this crazy shit in your head, and want to open up and talk about your feelings but no matter what, you just can't make out the right words and properly put your thoughts and emotions into words