And this brokenness looked so familiar. The same one that toyed with me all those years ago. It had grown, just as I've grown. It did not look like a puddle anymore, but a giant abyss. This brokenness must have evolved for it had a face and it smiled as to welcome me home. Is this my home?

And the immense sadness sits upon my chest like a pinned reminder of where I've been. It eats up my body like it's that's all there ever is. Maybe that's all that's ever been.

I think that maybe if I find that right words that I will be set free. Lost in a sea of emotions, just looking for the beauty that will let me be. In the end nothing. Everyday nothing.