In my younger form, I flirted with death, opening portals to places most don't like to travel, just to peak, but often getting stuck. I learned, then unlearned what kept me trapped in constant cycles of destruction, and just continued tripping on invisible laces. This stormy life was rather "fun", it kept me on my feet and gave me the opportunity to accumulate stories, which most would find interesting. I wet my eyes with the pretty colors that emerged from within my melting irises.
I became a singularity before exploding into tears of laughter that collided with memories and desires, turning into an incomprehensible blob of an ego barely wedged into an animal.
How does one communicated when you're not yourself, or anyone?
"Lost" is such a simple way of explaining where I was. When I look back, it makes me sad to know I wasn't being a true version of myself; so much time wasted embellishing the already intriguing.
I've taken enough steps forward to look back safely. This is just the beginning though, I've found roots, and this time I let them grow. I didn't unlearn.
I can't take credit for this alone, the help I received was overwhelming, often painful and exhausting for everyone involved. I'm glad I'm not letting that love go to waste.
