Ma tête est une ruche

I… I… I’m here to bare my soul. To speak without overthinking. To speak. Not to keep everything bottled up inside. To speak, like shedding those layers, because there are too many of them. There are too many layers. Talk. Talk the way we talk, the way we open up to the person we love. No matter their gender. I kind of, you could say, I kind of messed up. I miss you, Mélodie.