Tell the wolves to go back inside, maybe they’re not howling because they’re angry- maybe they’re just homesick too.

I’m the background noise. Reach to the back of my eyes and you’ll find a hollow space. It’s where I hold my breath and nothing moves. I stay still in a moment and allow my bones to float. I wish it was always this easy. Lift the pressure like a veil. Feel sunshine for the first time in a long time. Take the nightmares I hold and release them to the wind- have them float beyond existence. Tell the wolves to go back inside, maybe they’re not howling because they’re angry- maybe they’re just homesick too. Let everyone else starve and eat my feelings first. Digest my own truth. Find some peace. Let everything go numb and sleep for several seasons. Walk with the shadows for awhile. Be the background noise. -AMT ©️

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AMT WRITING

Original writings about mental health and the challenges of being human.