Daybreak
I don't know, some stuff about 2019 being entirely too tough on me, for the level of enthusiasm I had for it. Most times, I generally don't put any thought into what I write - as I think so will the words come to mind. But I've taken a slower approach to writing. One that actually has me inhabiting my feelings and stretching my perceptive capacity to really tap into the root of what I want to say. I'm becoming the one thing that might have spared me the grief I'm struggling to process - vulnerable. If I was vulnerable, I might have found a spiritual father to help me grow through the loss of my biological father which would've had me in the right head space during my adolescence - to know how to identify a girl who's toxic and wholly not good for me at all. Maybe I'd have dodged that bullet, completely unharmed going into the relationship that just died in my hands... my hands. I saw it fall apart and frantically tried to put it back together bec...