a life in words

b l u r r y

what would happen if we made the chaos in our head a person?

gave it a personality,

a name,

an inspiration behind the hurt it has caused,

would it make them talk more quietly?

or would their screams be so loud you swear the person across the room could hear it too?

would it be easier to look them in the face and ask them to leave?

or would you still cower in the corner while they rummaged through what was left of you?

let's try and give them a name and a face,

something to call them by,

something to say,

but let's not allow them to stay,

do not let them belong,

allow this to be a friendship that is better left undone,

give them a blanket on their way out the door,

but do not allow them to sit and sip coffee on your kitchen counter,

tell them it's cold out there in the world,

remind them to put on a coat,

but do not let them convince you to turn the fireplace on,

whatever you choose to call your chaos,

use their name to turn them away,

use their name to distinguish between you & them,

because you are not the things that tornado in your head,

give them a bus fair to the next town over,

but do not be broken when they finally leave,

for you are not losing a part of you,

but simply realizing that their name was never yours to keep too.

-E

*inspired by twenty one pilots - blurryface*