This is a post from the Vault. Occasionally, I will share pieces I wrote in the past during a time of transition. This is one of those. xoxo, Christina. I try to understand you, but I’m lost in every word you say. Like a maze, you are a million dead ends with only one unseen path through. I can hear you, I can feel you, but your messages come through in fragments, like a cipher meant to rattle my brain.
This is beautiful