It's like a black hole. You're on the centre of it all, and there's nothing around you. Everything that used to be there, holdin' you, protectin' you, has fallen apart. The darkness of the hole has swallowed everything that mattered. And now you're just there. Lookin' but without seein'. Tryin' to find a way to escape from that desert, that nothing. But the light's gone, and no matter how much you wait, it's not comin' back. Everything's black. And you're right. Certain things, certain wounds can't be healed. Even time can't heal them. So what can we do sweetie? Just accept, that we're gonna carry that black hole for the rest of our lives. We have to learn to live with it. And try to find another lights that will make us shine even when we think all that's left is darkness. Because even if sometimes the black hole can eat almost everything else, don't worry, there will always be a place where we will be safe. A place with all of the lights of our life, the little treasures we're keeping along the way. And if we go there, we'll always find a reason to smile, a reson to fight, a reason to keep going. You're not gonna be swallowed, I promise. We'll find a way to fly. The sun will shine for us.
I carry my own black hole sweetie. But I didn't give up on light. Don't give up. Someday, everything will shine brighter, and the black hole is gonna be just a ghost, a distant and blurry ghost. I promise.
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