Those things you can’t write about

Some things are so fucked up that I can’t talk about them.

Not many things, but some.

I don’t know where to start, or if I even care, or how to write it.

There are some things so close to home that I can’t bring myself to  type them. I wonder what would happen if I did. It wouldn’t be pretty. Or maybe it would be beautiful.

I feel I dont know how I feel. I’m stable and absolutely okay, but I’m acutely aware that there are some things that aren’t right in my environment.

Wherever you are, there you are. Remain constant. Keep your feet on the ground and keep taking those firm steps forward.

One day I’ll meet someone and I’ll relax around them. I don’t know how but I will.