I want to lay facedown in the grass, and be absorbed into the earth. I'm tired of being human with wants, and feelings, and responsibilities. I want to scream until my body becomes the wind, and leaves and dirt. I want to exist without the plague of knowledge. I want you to be the house I was raised in, the only place I feel safe. I want to be able to say that I didn't know any better. But, i do- I did. We did.

So I was broken into all these little pieces, little bits of fear and shaky smiles. I was scared to feel. Do you know that feeling? What's left after heartbreak-- not just the romantic kind-- but every other kind, too. I know it... I know that feeling. Abandonment. It shows up sometimes, thump-thump-thumps of a quaky stomach and tingly nerves. I'm hardly whole; I'm probably even less than half. But every day, every hour you stay is another day and hour i don't feel it. You're not whole either. I'm not entirely sure you're much more put together than I am, but together... Is it possible for two things that equal less than half, to equal a whole? I'm learning things I'd forgotten. Kisses that mean something. Holding hands. Forehead leaning against forehead. Happiness. I think I'm learning love. It feels good; It feels right.