Why Are You Like
This?
For the version of you that already suspects something, but hasn't found the words yet.
Each has its own tone and its own questions. Some you'll come back to for years, some just once.
For the version of you that already suspects something, but hasn't found the words yet.
The room you didn't decorate. About the things passed down so quietly you mistook them for your own personality.
You've diagnosed everyone else's relationship with remarkable precision. Your own is a different matter.
Two things can be true. Sometimes three. Don't expect a verdict.
Something familiar, turned slightly in the light. You'll leave with an angle you didn't ask for and can't put back.
Some things cost something to say. These are them.