i don't know how to start this. i don't know how it will end. i can't go back. i don't want to. must keep going. healing with time.
the same things are happening differently now. i can't tell if it's good or bad. it's neither. it's life. i choose to believe so.
everyone has their own. looking through different lenses. mine were fogged up. still are. still wiping away. that nagging feeling. it's indescribable.
yet i'm here. trying to.
why?
YOU ARE READING
latibule
Poetry(n) a special hiding place; a place of safety and comfort. one where a soul can cocoon themselves and find comfort and solace. ☽ ✦ ☾ poetry, thoughts, memes & everything in between || essentially my journal
