Break From Hustle

in the ocean of sadness, I swim.

those days when:
it hurts so bad you distract
it didn't have any closure you count what if's
it was there but you've taken it for granted

only to realize that the stars didn't shine that night for love. it just reminded you that even if it's not, the stars are still there for you.

the kind of hurt that yearns for a place of rest
a place of "not anymore"
& a place of "I'm done"