I'm ready.
I'll slip out like a thief in the night, under the blanket of darkness and the promise of stars.
You won't notice I'm gone, until you wake up in the morning and know that something is different.
I suppose the world will be quieter, but I think the world will be better, too.
I'm ready.
YOU ARE READING
FLIP-SIDE
Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]