And that's through.
I have to walk through the memories.
The text messages.
The journal entries.
The darkness.
The depression.
The mistakes.
The regrets.
I have to cut through it over and over until I'm at the other side.
Through the tears.
Through the sadness.
Cut.
Cut.
But what's on the other side?
Freedom?
Bravery?
Or insanity?
A convertible. Leaning back and looking at the stars. A drive at night. Chasing after the aurora borealis. London Grammar. Playing on the stereo as we drive through a new country. Coffee shops. Eating
What were your plans for me? Did you have any? Or was it just a game? Do you enjoy the mystery of torture? Of arrogance? Of power? A game of harm and pain? Was there even a goal?
Like a doe with big eyes, I walk vulnerably into the unknown With more shields, but more softness Will I be drawn into lightness, magic, serendipity Or darkness It’s a flip of a coin What does today b