Somehow this almost feels safe.
The place where my brokenness is laid bare
And my fears are tightly wrapped in needlessly flowery language
As though they are hiding in plain sight from no one.
Revisiting the memories of a long past me.
Reminding myself of the fool I used to be.
Reminiscing of love.
Reminiscing of pain.
Revisiting what it is they share.
Reminding myself what it's like to be the fool I am.
I never want to be here - yet
when I am empty
when I am lost
When I recall how broken I am
I'm glad to find it here.
...All of it.
