I dreamt of a house haunted by my past. I was locked inside its walls walking through rooms of places and people I have already lived. Fog enveloped my lungs as phantoms of people I no longer wanted in my life were leaving lines of violence all over my body. I could not find an escape from this house until the morning came and an old woman unlocked the front door. As I scrambled out she was waiting, sitting on a sun drenched porch I began crying, asking her why she would not let me out sooner, in response she gave me a mirror saying to me. "One day you will realize how beautiful these scars make you."