if i could visit my younger self i would go back to the day when the laugh of lions didn’t scare me away into a world
i was trying to leave astray
a world that once;
smoked me up whole making swimming pools out of my tears that’d be dusted off of my cheek into ashtrays
just for the narcissist’s around me to feel at peace drinking from the sea of pain they ripped me apart in because they only knew what they had bled into me