Thursday, July 30, 2015

Tie The Red Ribbon Round The Tree Bark

I feel liquid. All I want from another person is to be the vessel that holds me and dictates the form I will take. I would cling to each curve and crevice, yearn to fit and slip into corners of others. I am limp. My identity is clouded. I can't navigate myself. This isn't healthy. I shouldn't need to want this. But the self-doubt has never been stronger. What do I really want?

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