the sun is bright, the air is warm.
I found my way back home, finally.
I’m safe here with her, I know I am.
stop.
hold on a minute…
one thought. that’s all it takes.
one intruder and fear takes over.
my insides start to tremble.
I feel naked, completely exposed to outer threats.
what should I do now?
play dead. yes.
cold, rigid, heartless.
bury every single emotion,
six feet down under.
no feelings, no sufferings.
forget vulnerability, she will break your heart anyway.
may as well do it first.
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About the Creator
Andie Emerson
Queer. Awkward. An anxious wreck, but firm believer in self-work.
Authenticity & progress over illusion & perfectionism.
Makes a living working in home improvement.
Can draw, write, take pictures... their brain cannot stop creating.
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