#ineverwriteanymore

caked between the lines on the back of my heel.

And I smirked at the thought of the irony

in my Achille's fault, my flaw ideally designed to be kept hidden

is now a deep brown-ish red.

And I reflected back,

beneath the shadows of swaying branches

flickering the sun in seconds above my eyes.

I thought of the silence, the quietness of the snow falling around.

I remember what it used to feel like, lying there. Waiting.

Ants marching in my veins and clotting around my heart.

I have found a lull of waiting, waiting for something to change

waiting to leave,

A familiar depression, a reoccurring landscape

I forgot to recognize such basic topography

The minute I become conscious of...

The second I remember...

I'm exhausted, I'm disoriented

They never taught this in school

It's not sadness when you understand life is cruel