please, visit soon.

When you get here, let me take you to the underground tunnels we will visit poetry meetings and this library which for some reason is my favorite library -

When I walk in there it feels like I am becoming one with the fairy tales it smells like cinnamon candy, roses and that great aroma of book pages. I don't even like cinnamon it clogs my nose and I can't breathe I begin feeling like I'm going to die and the smell of ground up coffee beans doesn't even matter anymore because I am being taken over by candy the one thing that used to be my worst enemy now has control over my body and then it stops. My heart beating fast and I feel light headed, I sit. Memories zooming through my mind like a race car going 200mph and going faster I can't slow down the car is going faster and suddenly my head is on the dashboard airbags not yet blown up in my face the car slammed into another their face lifeless and pale even from this far away I am a danger, caution signs written in blood all over my body as I am being dragged out of the vehicle they drop my body on the ground and now I am back home. Wrapped up in my favorite blanket warm coffee on my lap a message from you. "It's been days where have you been?" No it has not been days it's only been a couple seconds don't scare me like this I look at the date, you're right. You're right that I am a tornado and I ruin things I come in contact with is that why you're so broken?