⋆⭒˚.⋆i am the root beneath the surface of the soil we walk across
i am the warmth left amongst the blankets after a restless night's sleep
i am a child hiding behind her mother's legs on the first day of school, terrified of the unknown, of change
the stillness of the abandoned graveyard of the forgotten loved ones, yearning for remembrance
the hesitation of hovering over a still lake, wondering if disturbing the peace is worth satisfying one's own morbid curiosity
the sigh of relief when you beat the storm home by a millisecond, back against the door, counting your blessings
the feeling of fighting fist falling to one's side, not from victory, but from resilience running dry
the gasp for breath following strangled tears and muffled cries as you rebuild yourself for the fifth time this week
i am a puzzle of every person i've touched, loved, and seen
i am the sensations left behind, not given a second thought
such is the price we pay ⋆⭒˚.⋆