Kendall’s writing on someone who needs a little delicacy.
no one ever knew what would come next.
would life come throwing a tortuous obstacle that would leave them conflicted with no way to cope? leaving them stuck, no answer or no hints on how to fend. or would it be the delicacy to leave them hazy? drunk off the feeling of euphoria. Or, will they remain stuck within the feeling of pleading?
there was no delicacy within the way they cracked. the process was agonizing as if destiny was taking its time. replaying every mistake, every minimal detail of the once faded distant memory, becoming anew. nothing was enough.
it all started with an ask,
pleading to have guidance, wanting to be led for once. tired of going on impulse.
just for this once, they needed guidance. no matter what would happen. whether it tore the down till their last gasp of air. went beyond every moral they every had for themselves.
but one thing imprinted itself as a rule.
have delicacy.
show delicacy.
no matter what, show delicacy to yourself.
if they didn’t show delicacy, their morals would go beyond their belief. mistakes and failures becoming little fragments like glass barely glistening in the sunlight.
life would become unbearable, losing motivation for things once loved.
delicacy is the key to all the fears they’ve been reminiscing upon,
every failure and mistake,

the nights where it was unbearable to sleep,
even in the most euphoric moments,
delicacy would always be the answer.