let the light in.
my mother loves me in a cruel, twisted way but no one's
words weigh more on me than hers. it's 5.04 in the morning and i think of her,
wanting to call her only to tell her that she is wrong: i never looked up at the sky
i was just desperate to swim to the surface for a breather.
she's acquainted this shitty feeling before
so god help me
if i can't be vulnerable with the woman who experienced
the same pain as i do,
drowned in the same shallow water as i do,
where do i go running to?
