do you remember when we
were children, and we would spin
in circles for minutes straight
just to make ourselves dizzy?
that's how my head feels when
i see you these days- it's like i can
feel the world rotating under my
feet- every thought, every edge
blurring until they're gone, but
(luckily) this paper is lined thick and
your name alone
is poetry.
i'm sorry it's too early and i can't think enough for words. i'm leaving in five hours to go volunteer at a camp for a week. try not to forget i exist~