I don't write to impress.
I write to express the repressed feelings in my chest.
The feelings we're all aware of but don't speak of.
Feelings that cut open the bruise in your heart that was just beginning to heal.
The emotions that stir up unwanted memories.
Emotions we had paused, never thinking of rewinding.
Sometimes it feels like the fast forward button doesn't work anymore.
But that's okay.
I will take my time.
