sitting in my closet-listening to my favorite music, worrying i’ll be discovered if it’s too loud. reminiscing on things that i should give up by now.
and all of a sudden i’m having the most vivid deja vu…sitting in the middle of my closet, doors closed, so no one would notice. i learned early on how to cry discreetly so no one would notice-so all i need a roll of toilet paper and the music i know i can blast to make some of it go away, well, be subdued.
I have to look around to bring me back. I feel like I’ll be caught.
You live alone.
I don’t want them to know I cry.
You live alone.
They’ll judge my playlist.
You live alone.
What a reminder to appreciate what i have and where i’ve through.























