3:37am

Gardens

Sometimes some people have hearts like gardens, flourishing and inviting. Do not feel bad for letting them care for yours. Of course there are people definitely not like that. Sometimes you become one with whatever you were hiding behind. Feeling like a bathroom door or a rack of clothes in a closet sounds so stupid, but also still kind of comforting. Who says innocence has to fade? Maybe tattoos aren't so innocent, but maybe you need a reminder that beauty is in everything and you are never truly stuck in one place. Running your hands over a bruise is proof that the body is fragile and can feel. Even if it's just passed down sadness, generational imbalances, when can I stop? Sometimes you just need to hate yourself to cope. Some coping mechanisms aren't the best, but I promise I will make your smile light up more than the night sky, even more than my walls, covered in the nostalgia and warming my skin. I will never forget what people mean to me, etched into my ribs. Get to know me again, I truly haven't changed much, whether that's bad or not just explain. I see some now, and my body doesn't ache. Not really a stranger, but my heartbeat can't feel the history. -FFK