I journeyed deep into the forgotten parts. Deep into the nightmare. It felt like choking on memories. It felt like I didn’t know which way was up anymore, so I just let it take me. And it was horrible, and
heart.
unknown gods
I cried for her. For all those years she hid herselfamongst the whispersand the cobwebsin the dark atticof myimagination. For all those timesshe tried so hard to shine her lightin every placeit was sure to remainunnoticed. For all those waysshe
mesmerising
And I am here in a beautiful place laying down these words like breadcrumbs for you, and it’s alright for me, isn’t it? Because I am in a beautiful place. And maybe you are not, so the words become distorted a little, lose some of their punch.
treasure
Are you diving into your gratitude, your joy? And do you float or sink in it?
grimacing
You know where you have to get off because you have been there before, but not at night, and that cold realisation brings up a wave of panic like a sick sort of electricity. Because as you train your focus from the rain back to reality, you recognise nothing.