Sometimes you just want to talk even if it doesnt make sense, but every time you try you start to choke on tears and mucus.

And sometimes you’re unfortunate enough to have a voice that contradicts everything you try to think. So you begin to draw blank thoughts.

And you resign from who you are for a short amount of time.

But that’s okay too, because you need to find your way back home.

Even if the path involves things that are dark. Maybe you need to try to climb the barb wire before you figure out that it’s not the best decision.

Maybe none of it is right at all. But at least you tried.