I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train ran down along the coast we came to the ocean and then he looked at me and said, it's not pretty.
wherever I will go he'll move away tilted reality unaware, I am, he's passing me changing his paths so we never meet ever but we are together for a second holding our breath blinking our eyes beneath the blue skies.
It took me seven years to realise the words in my mind were too deep for my mouth to dig up I thought it was easier to open my skin and let the truth pour down my arms
It took me seven years to realise nobody should be allowed to touch parts of your home or hold pieces of your heart that you don't yet understand
It took me seven years to realise I will wear these scars forever I'll carry them through every smile every kiss every concerned gaze I'll carry them to my grave
It took me seven years to realise the pain carved into the walls of my castle etchings of attempting to disappear are not a story of weakness but a tale of how I survived