I like to pretend the words come
easier at 2am or 3,
I’m not sure.
But the words are always there,
floating, tormenting.
I used to revel in the silence.
When the world around me seemed
so volatile and anti-me,
in my head, there was safety.
In my head, there was comfort and
kindness and a trust that I would never
need an explanation for.
I trusted…