Something inside me is slowly breaking. It’s like walking tenderly on shards of glass, knowing eventually one of them will come piercing through my skin. As gingerly as I might try, it’s only skin, it is not invincible. I’m not invincible.

You got through to me. I wrestled and I tried and still I can’t escape you.

My thoughts are a clouded mystery. I’m trying to sort and sift and wade and even wager through them but each leads me down a trail, winding and narrow to  places I think I’m afraid to go but rush in unabashedly, dropping bread crumbs along the way thinking they’ll somehow help me out. These are the places I keep you.

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