It feels like I've lost control of everything surrounding me, even those empty spaces in my head. The ones where you hold important things and leave open for every part of you to float in and out of; like your first kiss, that time your older brother took you to the county air, or the day when your closest friend put the word "best" before it and you finally felt safe as you understood the agreement you two had just made. You're the keeper of these spaces, and what they keep. But, sometimes it feels like you've lost the key and the doors are swinging open like there's a big storm and you're trying to keep the rain from falling on your cheeks like the tears you've been crying but you just can't seem to control it and all you can think about is how you didn't actually want that boy to kiss you or how your brother only took you to the fair because you had no friends or how the word best was nothing but an empty ******* promise. But life doesn't stop, and those corners sometimes become voids and all you can do is wait for the storm to pass.