and i can't seem not need to need you.
i wish i could write with sounds. i find myself here every time i start to be able to feel the like my insides are actually echo-ey. and every time i trace it back to this feeling of wanting to go back to a time where i felt safest. its like an eternally unanswered question that is tucked away in a vault. sometimes it manages to pick the lock and escape and i'm thrown into a spiral, chasing it down and back through a pensieve to see where it all started. it really isn't about my current life. it's feels like a time warp that grabs a hold and i can't shake it. and i avoid it. and then it typically catches up to me while i sleep. vibrantly. vividly. you are in full color.