i lean into the grain, feel it scrape against my skin, feel little pieces of it bite into me. it reminds me i’m alive & who i am.
one of these days i’m gonna write about good & bad. sometime, probably sooner than later, i’ll tell the rest of the story. i know most of them won’t understand. in fact, i know exactly what they’ll think, because i’ve been there. stood right beside them and recited it with them word for word.
occasionally i’ll see a shadow or a fragment from that past and i’ll wonder how i escaped, not physically, but mentally, without actually going completely insane. i did go a little insane. ;)
in any case, we all need reminders sometimes. and i still love them. it’s just that now i know that me is perfect.