My mind is spinning again. The room caves in and I’m grateful for closure. I’d be lost without it, right? I’m dreaming of my childhood home. The simplicity of it all. Open palms- I was there for the taking. Summer felt long. I was close and far away all at once. I was young. Nothing was lurking around the corner until it was. Told me to sit up straight. Chin raised. hold your hands in the shape of a gun. Sleep when you feel worthy. Be ready to fight and fight and fight and fight. Words bleed onto pages I once tried to burn because I didn’t know where else to hold it. Visions became blurry. Pieces of you die across the span of an entire lifetime- some pieces leave sooner than you’d hope. Let me rest in memories that feel safe. Feel like comfort. Feel like my childhood home. -AMT ©️