Scars

Insanity was the modus operandi. Every song changing tempo, lacking something, anything: voices, open eyes, truth. To breathe was too much. Securing any vows, playing games I never meant to. Lying to me. And worse: believing those lies. The end saved my everything.  Life crawling back into my hands... Freedom. My life, my rules. Changes all at once, clearing the way,  making things simple again. The old garments no longer fit in and maybe they never did. Creative, sleepless nights: I am all in for it. Circling, getting dressed, going home. Pouring some reckless wine, for the red of it. Writing my heart out. Letting it go. I am no one's but I am mine, always. Interference, that was the name. I remember now.  My memory does not forget. It is all about the scars. I love each and everyone of them, shining, making me strong.