it's been years, lifetimes, lives of standing still. a safe and a way to live, a way to go on and ignore everything else. even myself, in order to breathe, sleep, move, and walk. then the feeling came; familiar, warm, and reassuring. promises, warm embraces, and perhaps a right way to feel.
It should begin here. Let my cup runneth over. Let the waves run me under. Let the rain wash over me.
and still be scared shitless of the ghosts and ghouls of the past ten years lying in wait.
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