How good it feels to get. It. Out.
I think as a whole, we’ve forgotten.
As if some staged photographs of nothing portray any depths of our hearts.
As if some repetitious quote will fill the void.
Maybe it just has to come from you
From an honest and open you
From a you that releases the expectations and standards of others.
I guess it’s easier said than done
Kind of like
Knowing where
To start
