Navigating my mind is like being a sailor on the open sea.
Avoiding the rocks and waves,
trying to read the compass to figure out where I need to go next—but I never learned how to read a compass.
I am on the ship alone— no crew and no direction.
When I look out on the horizon, I see a storm forming.
Instead of fighting to stay aboard— I let go,
into the feelings of inappropriate guilt,
attacking me— a sea monster wanting to destroy everything in its path.
I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With warm sheets and soft blankets, wrapping me in a womb, while the fan blows in my face. I can't remember the last time I slept naked. With him holding
Open for you to boost the same thing. It's okay to be honest with me. I need you to get me, and see if I can find a way to get you.
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