Wyatt Baldwin

I’m not avoiding places of pain. I’m not repressing my darkest thoughts. Or my brightest. I’m not avoiding anyplace or anyone. All over this town are memories. Places I had forgotten. They give me pause. Trigger a flood of memories. Not bad or good, just memories.

Sometimes those places are hard to face, but I can’t escape them. I wouldn’t choose to escape them.

I let the feeling wash over me. And breathe. “All that’s in front of me I open welcomely.”