it gives itself away in the things you don’t say. the empty spaces; the deep breaths; the pauses. it gives itself away with the falling feeling, the casual angling, the small talk.
there’s a silence now, where there once were words. it feels like resting but then: it feels like drowning.
there’s a long, long road ahead; I tell myself “there will be time” and I hope I’m right to say it, that I’ll look back and find that I wasn’t leading myself astray.
I had a dream about a thousand ghosts in cages and they couldn’t get out because they didn’t know they could float right through the bars.
sometimes, sometimes the lessons come at the strangest times.