I wonder if she knows how beautiful she is even in her misery. Getting out of bed isn’t rushed. She pulls the covers towards her eyes to block out the sun because she’s not ready to face the new day. An hour of reflecting on her past while thinking of the present and future…pressure and anxiety before she brushes her teeth and combs her hair. Through the fighting, cussing and crying, she’s drifting further away out to sea. “How do I get back?” Wiping the crust and tears from her eyes she manages to get up because she has to. Trying to believe the words she tells herself that it’ll all be ok. I’m thinking of her always…so I give her a call. Hey, Love.
The inspiration…
I’m thinking of the women that can’t get a fucking break! This is for all the women that confide in me with their troubles with life. My mothers, sisters, friends, coworkers and even the random women I meet in the streets. For the women that get up singing the same blues and doing the same dance. Strong efforts in every stride towards something better because they deserve it. Your troubles won’t last always. I see you and I’m here.
Peace,
Alex B
This is really beautiful. Thank you.
This made me cry. It’s so good