it’s funny, you know? to hear songs that used to flood your mind with memories and your heart with emotion and have them mean nothing anymore. to be able to say something like “oh yeah, i can play that on the guitar” and not feel the need to add on “that was a song for my ex.” or “i used to sing it to the guy i thought i loved.” it’s strange how things can go so far south that you feel like your screams would seem silent but when you get over that hurtle, when you climb out of that hole that never seems to end, you look back and shrug it off. you look back and don’t remember the pain so vividly. it’s as if everything about that point in time is foreign to you, like another language or a story you never read. it’s a hallow victory, but a victory nonetheless.

this part was for her:

the cartographer of you.