What if we could walk away from trauma?
What if we could fly away from hurt?
What if we could swim away from pain?
What if we could run away from all the torturous familiarity?
What if we could learn a new language that has no words that we’ve encoded in this trauma chain we drag around?
I weighed my baggage overnight, removed what I found irrelevant but was still overweight as I tried to fly…
Maybe I’m trying to hide them and leave them in every beautiful place I travel to in this world.
For everything I found beautiful was dangerous and shrouded with a majestic mystery that captured every piece of me.
Of nature I was born and to nature I’ll always return
Dweet Fraid 