I hold myself tightly… but I also wish for someone to break down these walls.
the silence you left behind.
the future calls, bright and colorful
and so I shoulder another burden.
though scars covered every inch of her body, she stood up.
I have come to this peak, unbowed and undefeated.
and what used to be went up in flames.
if being “real” is being cruel, then I’d rather not be real.
my radio is quiet.