A thousand souls have escaped, and this is a moment when the restless part of me that you once called ‘damned’ has taken over.
This part of me has been releasing a thousand souls so meticulously locked away, and locked away for so long, that I now struggle to even recognise them, let alone tame them (if tame them had any meaning other than procrastinating a conflict that cannot be postponed forever).
It’s a time where I find myself questioning if this return is something good, something disruptive, or just a childish impulse. I’m not sure what to make of it all yet.
I’m really hoping I can be strong and get through all of this.