Ben Howard - Black Flies
black flies on the windowsill
see the sky is no man’s land
that we are, that we are
that we are to know
winter stole summer’s thrill
and the river’s cracked and cold
a darkened plume to stay
hope here needs a humble hand
not a fox found in your place
I was cleaning out my old emails when I found this. This was me when i was 18yrs old at 68lbs . You cant really tell how small I was because i was always layered up. This was a horrible time in my life; however, It shows how far i’ve come. Im at a healthy weight, i’m able to communicate people now, and i get dance more because I have energy! Yes i still have a lot of hard times still that bring me back to this horrible point, but i see this and know i have people who care for me and want the best for me. Its just hard to break the cycle of repressed emotions.
“They’ve got to believe me, that I’ll never forget you.”
