2017

February

February,
I traveled to a deadly, dark place I still haven't fully returned from.
I still have old pieces of me stuck on those walls; the same walls that collapsed when I did and weren't protecting me against myself when I seemed to have been forgotten and made to believe this is the only way of ever living right.
My heart longed with the warmth of love, from its toes up, all of it and then some.
Just as things were starting to clear up again, my vision blurred.
Just as I tried to adjust the focus, my camera shut down. Completely.
Winter hadn't started; but what I felt inside said something different.
I remember that morning when I tasted the bitter tea I had made myself for breakfast served with a side of burnt toast, couldn't help but notice it tasted better than my happiness.
This is the part of the story where you'd want the world to open up so you can hide just for a short while.