My thoughts fly.
57.
Coffee.
2000.
Sometimes they crawl into the crevices of my heart, those words, feelings, truths and I want to hide from the rush of adrenaline.
If I can’t see you, you can’t see me.
Logic is something that we use when it’s convenient. Emotions have capes that allow them to fly wherever they please.
One day I’ll stand before you and open that door so you can see inside me. That door opens so infrequently. It’s usually under construction.
People knock but I pretend like I’m not home. For you I’ll open the door.
Only you.