Fear of trapping myself within myself, lost in binding lights of an outside world forgetting to remove the mask I wear. Fear of being stuck in a loop I built with my own hands, seeking escape from my own reflection anxious, waking confused, guilty, my heart is a scambag of tangled threads. I crave healing, a touch to awaken my sleeping soul; to calm the storm, to breathe again, to lift the burdens of an untold future. I need myself just once to whisper back to my past self: “Babe, I am here for you. I always was, I always will be.” – Albatross ✍🏼🕊