ImagineMyThoughtsInWords

  So I'm finally writing you back .Years later and I've summed up the courage, a little hell and hopefully some well presented words.  I read old emails the other day in the middle of getting a few insignificant things done, over and over, just circling familiarity.  They sounded beautiful,  perhaps just as you were from when I felt I knew you; in all their honesty. It felt like a performance of a life time, CPR, giving life to a deflated organ again. I felt I wanted to write you beautiful things. Abandon my creative pain and otherwise relatable version of what it looks like to be beautifully broken, but I like it here.  It feels easy, even though it isn't. Rebuilding, fixing and mending, this time without running from terrorizing memories that devoured all the smoke in my lungs I pulled as weapons of mass destruction, killing everything that was of you, from the soles of my feet to the cracks in my spine, from those kisses. It was almost like breathing. I wante...