why are you already a home to me
and why was walking in on you, asleep on the couch to the left
like walking through a dream i’d had as a child
of the woman I would one day become
the taste and smell of your breath
deja vu recognizable
after all these weeks spent sleepless, strike-ready
in a state of sustained exhaustion
so confoundedly alert
why do i now find myself so free and at ease
in your own damaged presence
and why was listening to your brutal stories
a strange source of comfort
a final point of surrender
“better letting go than holding back”
you tell me, but anyone
could say that
anyone at all
~
my delusions 
“better letting go than holding back”
He’s right, you know.
I’ve seen what each can do, and letting go can set both of you free, even when it’s just one of you who chooses to do so.
If one of you holds back, it constricts the other.
Strange how it works.
interesting comment. perhaps one day you’ll let me know more.