You are my chaos, my calm, my fire, my storm.
I built these walls but you walked through. No knocking. No asking. Just vibes.
I am healing now. I am found. I am brave for sharing this.
Please don’t ask what any of it means. I don’t know either. I just felt it, and feeling is enough, and enough is a word I use when I’m out of words, which is often, which is why my poems are tiny.