
And just a little sappiness to round out the evening.

The corny is strong in this one.
It seems that living me with no words is becoming a habit of yours, Sir.
I’m here. I wouldn’t go away. I’m always here.

There is nothing
more terrifying than
to offer your rawness
to someone else,
praying they know
how to hold it.


… If only, it would be so much easier…

No matter what happens I don’t think I’ll ever recover, I certainly won’t be the same. No turning back.