The dreams are coming fast and wild as of late. 

Womb, water, hugs. 

Breathing gelatinous fluid from alien suits.

Lungs.

First Breaths. 

Newness.

Seeing darkness in people before anyone else does. And trying to speak of it. 

Cliffs, waves and moon light. 

Removed awakening. 

Morning comes with a sense of burden and sadness. The act of letting go ebbs and flows within me. Some days I never think of it, other days it sits right below my throat heavy in my chest. 

Demanding anxiety. 

Crushing waves of self hatred. 

Wrapped up in a yellow baby blanket.

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