...

Revisiting emotional landscapes that I've compartmentalized. 

I speak in codes

I scribble scabble

Unrecognizable to myself

Who am I?

Cat Joooonesss

My words used to be so soft.

soft as the skin I used to moisturize. 

Crackling. 

Vocally broken at the roots...

how do I return to the source?

this sweet child of mine. 

bashful really. 

trust in thy self. 

Open my eyes and try not to run from myself.

For I am the truth, the way, & the light.