Deep down we know.

We. Know.

Now whether we want to admit that or not is the little hump to get over.

As I reach this place of finally releasing what was never mine to hold, I realize how deeply those things were intertwined with the very parts of me that also… were never mine to hold, never mine to keep…

The damaged and broken bits. That scar tissue that just couldn’t seem to heal…

It’s like I had to cut myself open just to heal it right. See when you just bandage up the pain without actually figuring out the root of the thing you spend a long, long time stuck in loops, circling the drain, just lost, being insane honestly. There’s no healing there, just medicating through people, through false love, through drugs, through escape, through hustlin’, whatever our crutch is, but no actual medicine.

In the cutting, in the opening of the wounds oh man does the bleed hurt. That bleed though is what cleanses the wound out. You can’t see clearly until you’ve bled that bitch out.

So much time avoiding, so much time holding back the tears when those very tears come to cleanse. That’s your soul crying out for release, to be free.

That’s what I mean when I say we know. The soul always knows, it’s just a matter of finally realizing how long you’ve been in denial.

How long have you been putting that soul in a cage, how long have you silenced that inner voice that knows, because baby it always, always knows.

I don’t want to keep looping, keep numbing, keep running … it’s now or never and I ain’t tryna die knowing this was where my story ended.

There is SO much more to life, so heal darling, cut open them wounds bleed em out, clear that scar tissue out and stop holding onto the things that are literally breaking your soul ❤

With love, with peace, a little spice, a little sweet,

Moonshine 🫆👣⚡️