This is the same message as this post.
Can words be broken?
I am me. I am not going to give you my name, but I will give you more.
You will read everything about me, except for the things that don’t actually matter. Like my name for example.
I will give you my words.
My words are actually my thoughts. Like, the things I feel and whatever my head keeps spinning about.
I will let my secrets out here; I will tell you my desires and how I experience things.
Like an online diary, a journal. And I will free myself fully; you will get to know me. And my words.
I am my words.
And unfurtinately I break easily. So yes, Words can break. Especially promises.
Pink Blossoms and Broken
This page is about more than just the broken pieces of shattered glass that’s made out of false words that people shoved up to my throat, so it spreads in my lungs and flow through all my veins. There are days my pink blossoms shine too. Some days I am in love, some days I am broken by love.
But the most beautiful, precious and absolutely most slow process ever,
is the proces of a broken heart healing itself.
And, because I am humble and can’t do anything without Him,
Its all powered by the Lord and my Saviour,
This is Pink Blossoms and Broken Words. And if your random googling at 2am when you couldn’t sleep helped you end up here, I want to welcome you at my diary.