Dear Dissociation,
Dear Dissociation, Hollow. Separated. Afraid. Untrusting. Head tilted back and breathing again. *inhale* hold. *exhale* free. Hello my friend, I wish we would never have met again. I've been running from you, and yet... I still find you. I am trying to remember when I first met you. Blank. I am searching for you now. I hope to find you. You are haunting and exhausting and keep me awake all night. My dear Dissociation, Your cunning, persuasive, and enticing inhale breathes me in. I accept the peace of your inhale. I am sucked. Hold me. Please hold me. I wake up. You are as cunning as I've been told. I want to hold you now. I see you in all the world around me and in the people I love. Dear Dissociation, You are the heal of false perception, and not the healer.