Follow the light

I didn't mean to write things now, but my heart and my head are both overflowing with everything. There have been a lot of misunderstandings, ups and downs, and for different reasons, but similar objectives, overall.
Sometimes what we need is an absence of everything and everyone, to heal, to grow up, to feel free again and breathe.
Not everyone will understand your goals or even your necessity to recover, because they are unlikely to be condescending with your feelings. They might understand, but they don't fully get it because it's not in their chests.
Following up your hearts and living up to your beliefs ain't as easy and beautiful as it seems when spoken beautifully; because most of the times when someone says they're going to stand for their beliefs, it's basically an idealism fulfilled with hatred and self loathing attitudes that lead them to nowhere but an endless chasm.
That's why I say it ain't easy and beautiful, it takes you strength you don't even picture out having, but it surely leads you out of the chasm.
Walking away without saying a word could possibly look like cowardice to most of the wide eyes who watch everything, but for the one walking away is an attempt to not fall apart again, touching the wounds with a finger covered in salt. It will probably burn.
Walking away hurts the hell out of the one who does this.
One may think a text like this is a way to spill words interestingly through beautiful words, but it is not.

The author himself feels absolutely embarrassed to even think about what he wants to say truly, but stepping back is the best choice.
When someone doesn't understand your statements, it's probably time to stop fighting back, or even arguing back, or even explaining things.
Hearing out is good, it helps, but repeatedly it only brings up hurtful memories and stresses everyone out.
Pacifying it, with all due respect, I step back for good, and I won't look back anymore. I won't look the fucking back.