I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.

My surface is myself.
Under which
to witness, youth is
buried. Roots?
Everybody has roots.

I allowed myself to suffer how jarringly destructive the present feels and how fragile the past.

Being able to depend on someone doesn't mean you're dependent on them.

I just dont know how...to think less. If you know how, then teach me...

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.