133. Consensual
I had a map in my pocket all the time. I took on a new persona as a mime. Why falter when I can follow your lead? I was so safe that I would not bleed. It wasn't until the day you walked away, I had to begin to learn what to say. I was going to be okay. I was allowed to hit rock bottom, To learn how to pick myself up. The river reflected what I denied. I floated by giving myself permission.