Being busy is good.
Why? Because I have no time to stop and think and.. remember the bad stuff.
Sometimes in one little moment
(so little it's like a breath that I'm taking),
I remember... and he approaches me,
takes me in the past and I can feel my whole body numb,
I can feel myself wanting him or us.
Wanting not no be alone.
It's so destructive, so disturbing, so... scary.









