An Open Letter

There is a brief sense of loneliness we all feel when everybody goes to sleep. It washes over us, like an Epsom salt bath, a warm blanket, an ecstatic lover

It's easier to escape than most days, but it's the calm before the storms that you need to keep under the radar. So as, no one, can see you, struggling.

It's hard hiding the obvious so when you do, it starts with a lie then another one, then another one. But seasoned vets understand that there needs to be some truth, just not the whole truth.

Because who really believes what they're told?

Are you scared to open up again because their rejection is even more present?

Do you refuse to believe that anyone cares for you anymore?

You are matter in the centrifuge and it's ramming particles, the seams are about to burst and here you are. Sitting there.

Who the hell do you think you are?