Rebecca

"What we call the beginning is often the end, and to make a beginning, the end is where we start from" --- T.S. Eliot

Something of a poem and a letter to âme soeur... If you relate to this, I’m sorry.

I can feel chaos is coming.

“Eat your words and choke on them, let them gradually fall into place like a Tetris to make a lump on your throat, don’t you dare swallow them either, they’ll remind you to never speak on your intrusive thoughts again.” is exactly what the stigma screams.

Time traveling could be a hassle, but I’ve decided to attempt one. I’m not sure whether it involves boarding a machine or simply taking a walk down memory lane, but we're doing this either way.