You make me feel like running away when a piece of my heart escapes out of my throat onto a plate during dinner.
So, I drink-drown my soul and fly away in a panic--worried I showed a little too much like I always do.
In my mind, I knew what I was going to say,
getting into,
going where? Going somewhere.
Going places.
In my mind, I am anxious--wanting refuge,
hiding secrets,
building strength?
Strong--just enough space to leave.
Photo: At a hostel in Trieste, Italy during my first solo travel to Europe. It was a nerve-wracking experience considering I did zero research and was just trying to make it back to Paris.

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