Back again, I've missed being here. For the deep and the depressing thoughts, the sleepless night and the endless wonders.
It keeps me awake. And because these thoughts I had no one to tell, it needed a place outside of me.
So I turn back to this space, and I write.
It keeps me sane,
it keeps me alive.
There were nights where these thoughts would consume me and my tightened chest would leave me gasping.
Whoever knew you could feel so much in this emptiness.
Tonight, I write again.
M A D E L I N E