Hope crawled in my corpse. You taught me how to inhale before stealing my breath away.
I didn’t know how to swim in water. So I swam bedsheets instead. It is hard to forget you in the morning. When they leave and I am naked, without a blanket to hide under in.
Got high and we painted the ocean until it kissed the sky. Stayed up the entire night, stayed up the entire morning.
It isn’t so bad. Being alive.
My best friend told me not to play with fire. I got flames tattooed on the back of my hand and burned myself to the ground.
I am not Helen of Troy. But this a war story. It isn’t romantic. I am devastating only myself.
Dusk swallowed nostalgia and impregnated my limbs. Write for better days to come.
December is still the loneliest month. But I have learned to run with wolves. I am leaving you behind. I am finally letting him go.
Sunburn peeling. Claw marks bleeding. Human skin has stories etched into every scar. They will heal. I am healing. What a beautiful battle I’ve become.
Woke up and it no longer hurts, saying your name.
Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | 4 Months To Forgive You: Israel, 2 Months To Finally Fight For Myself
Journal entries 2013-2014. (Part 1 here)