The other day, while laying in bed, I felt my heart. With a pale glow to it, I began to draw an invisible boundary. Letting it devour me; I realized I would never be completely at home again. Because now I am fluent in silence. I've lived through entire tragedies in silence. All that was left were two longings; to be loved and to be alone. One was always fighting the other. And we all knew which would win.
4/6/23
