I need to go away for a little while. I’m starting to think that the people who brought me peace never really brought me peace and maybe everyone is just lying. Maybe my palms are sunburnt from reaching towards the sun. Maybe you pretended not to hear me cry- said you thought it was just the wind howling. Maybe you cared so much that you stopped caring altogether. It’s just the tug and pull- and every time I try to reach forward you push far away. You fall back, blindly. You sink your teeth into your own storyline and read it until it’s memorized like a prayer. You make selfishness a verb because you walk away every time. But come visit me when you’re homesick because this old house has strong bones. And if you feel like crying, I won’t blame the wind.