charvermont

I believe that there are some aspects of ourselves that we never lose. Nobody ever really changes that much, do they?

Sometimes I lose myself.

The best hour of any day is when our tummies are still full 
from eating those leftovers for lunch, but 
it’s closer in time to dinner, when the clouds have parted ways

I am currently trying to tear
down the walls 
of this suffocating shell I once built
in order to contain
myself. 

It is a distressing experience 
to forget oneself