you’ll need your hand
but for now you can
hold mine instead
life will happen just
the way it will
let go of your dreams
and stay still
you have arrived at the end of your life. a dark room that doesn’t seem to have walls, ceiling or floor. it’s wet. a cave.
you can tell that by the way their voices bounce around the room. you take the hand that is offered. one after another, moving you through the narrowing room. you look back and you don’t know who you’re saying it to, a goodbye.
can you feel it
there’s no air left
i held on too tight
was i really suffocating
me and those aroundwhere are you????????????
years, years,
light years
there
will
be
no human
tear
do you think we get to do this all over again? or this is it?
seems a waste.
it cant be long for all our worries to rot away.
attend the funeral
January 7, 2024
when i think of home, i hear trains. i feel the snow and the smell of dusty rugs hung up on the wall. i dont know much about my ancestry, nobody ever talked about it. and there’s noone left to ask. the weight of my sadness doesnt feel my own. whose past am i carrying?
we were always punished for being different. i wonder if it affected my friends as much as it affected me. i never felt at home when i lived there, and i dont feel at home living where i do now. i seek quiet and nature. it won’t ever judge me.
ride the train
love has always been a hard emotion for me. ive been burnt a lot, mostly at my own fault. raised to find meaning to my life through someone else’s eyes. love has been a knife, an angel, a potion, a scary animal.