and it will come

unfamiliarity doesn’t hide here. 

here hides lies. here hides places filled with spaces left by truth kept locked inside.

it seems to run in cycles. and i’m caught right up again. but, if i know it like i think, these cycles always end. so, i’ll wait. give it time. until i feel it doesn’t matter so much.

at least not anymore.

i know it’s what i do, but it’s hard to break a habit so intrinsic, so ingrained.

i’ll know myself better, someday soon.

the same day i stop telling myself so many ridiculous lies.


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