safe

Where do you go when you go away? Where is the place you feel safe? What is it to feel safe? My mind splits open tonight and I can see clearly both sides. I watch the little drops of what some may call sanity spill out onto a shattered soul. The soul seeps with emotion or something like it, leaving me trembling in an effort to control myself.

I fall on purpose. I was tripped, but I chose to fall. I stick to the belief that only when we are truly broken can we allow ourselves to mend.

Break me.