“I will not be so obsessed with you. I will not let your silent vines stifle my actions. I will grow from this. I will heal from this. I will learn to take steps outside without needing your protection. I will unwrap my mind from the binds of your conditions. I will see you as another living broken thing instead of a god you made me believe in. Even us sacred have our wounds. I will learn to be fluid. I will learn to be free. I will let go of needing your attention, and let go of loving even the worst of it. I will. I will try.”