30 days of isolation I didn’t know who I was when the world stopped turning. When the objections that once defined fell flat like a heart line. The death of the way that was. I was no longer written in the way I knew my self. It scared me. The way I could no longer sit with myself. I couldn’t stop running. The well turned into a drought. & the rain came only once I cried. I once lived in a rain forest. Self-love as heavy as the water embedded on every oxygen molecule. I asked her to stop. Couldn’t seem to catch my breath... But, I guess the point was to never grasp it?