Damn. Damn. Damn. Why can I not let it be?
every year I delude myself...
No more snoozing. No more staring at the ceiling.
To the edge of the world
Until, my love, you ...
A safe place
my life was cold
A tad over a year ago, my partner and I were laying on our blow up mattress, talking with music playing in the background. They had uncovered that I was a writer and poet. They poked at me a bit until I started talking all about my worlds, my words, my inspirations, and on and…
I take one step forward. The world makes sense. I lift my foot. The world goes back. The words are whispers in the wind. And I can not decipher them.