Yes it does.

I do know. I hope you do too.

Tools that are now woven into your very existence.
Sure, you survived, but you are not whole. You never will be.

I’m sorry kid.
You never stood a chance.

She was right to sever the thread
He offered her nothing!
A black hole swallowing her light
Now she can walk her path
Free of the tangles

And he must choose
To build familiar fortified walls
Don masks
Or do the hard thing,
Become untangled

💔

These words are beautiful, my love

Flame and storm abate
The raging tempest subsides
But the spark remains eternal

I hold the spark as precious as life itself now