well… i’m off to zambia!
shadows
bliss
sometimes my heart hurts so much that i can’t breathe.
my lungs would rather be empty,
desiring to mimic my four vacant chambers.
glass bottle sent through waves
clocktower engraved wood
sparrow painted red trunk
lion’s face on my wall
everything reminds me of you, is connected to you
to your all-encompassing smell
to your freckle-spattered shoulders
to your six-stringed soul
these words.
when i see this, all i can think of is parachutes.
i miss you.
why does it need to be wrong?
i want a room like this
life is cluttered, disorganized, unfair, uncertain, always changing, and messy. but then again, that's just life. we all can find some clarity among the madness.
