67,250 words.

That's how long it takes to be okay.

Fake a smile,

Build a laugh.

We're all actors.

Fake it till you make it.

Until the day the smiles turn real,

And the tears dry on your cheeks

And you'll be okay before you know it.

Make a playlist,

Write a book.

Bleed your soul out on paper,

Rip apart your insides.

This time on purpose.

Face the monsters,

The banshees and the basilisks.

The screams are your own,

The hissing in the darkness.

Then stitch yourself back together,

Piece by piece.

This time on purpose.

Then reach out your hand

And change the ones that meet you.

Because we're all broken

Until we reach the top.

~October.