Sometimes when you are not around I remember how broken I am. I feel beautifully broken…like Edie or that See the Light music video…or the Just Like a Woman Bob Dylan song..just troubled. Searching always. Fighting with myself. ..literally picking myself apart. Happy…new…alive…energetic…then dark…confused. ..sad and alone. Two opposing pieces of a map without its compass. You must be that compass…keeping me together. Feeling as normal as I can and forgetting the dread inside. The struggle that to some does not exist. To some looks like nothing.
But it’s not nothing. I need you to be complete.