Since I felt my throat constrict like this.
Since I didn't feel ready for an adventure.
Since I wanted to bottle myself up.
Since I didn't believe it would work out okay.
Since I fought with them.
Since what I was doing did not feel right.
Since my face was this wet.
Since I felt this afraid.


















































trauma like no other bottled up in the endless workings of a human mind. innocence and fear fighting with hope and inspiration while someone tries to figure it all out without being caught in the bloodshed. do this do that go here go there. voices and solutions, math equations that aren't right. walking down the street. turning left when the sign says right and piercing holes in your face with a nail. how do we survive this anyway?