suddenly i am back

to this space where my chaotic soul found its freedom

resting its broken wings on the words ruin

admitting the lost battle

feeling alrite with all the heaviness of  twisted expectations,

perfect with all the contradictions;

weak but strong, soft but hard, courageous but afraid, evil and good,

content with all the nothingness

suddenly i am back

with the pressure under my breasts

lost in the images of hopes, into the voice of denials

left alone with my breath

the only thing that connects me to the world


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