rocks.

I used to feel invincible. It wasn't when I was a child. It wasn't when I was a teenager. It was the year I turned 27.

I was impenetrable because I didn't care anymore.

I embraced self-destruction wholeheartedly.

Logic and reason ruled hard, emotions ran harder.

But I made shit happen.

I sit here, two years later, longing for that part of me.

Healed with visible fault lines.

Feeling insecure—not invincible.

Where is that person who protected herself?

Come back to me, woman.