If recognition is love with time mixed in
I hope I'm partial to the skin I'm in
I've returned over and over in this drought to a well
Deep inside that's been run dry but once was a swell
I can still feel the spray on my cheek
The mist in my mind formed rivers and creeks
And wetlands and oceans
And gallons and gallons of directionless devotion
And what have I purchased with all of this effort?
Time alone with myself and square inches of pressure
And if recognition is love with time to breathe,
I'll see myself in each exhale, a sigh of relief
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 1:54 PM UTC
If recognition is love with time mixed in
I hope I'm partial to the skin I'm in
I've returned over and over in this drought to a well
Deep inside that's been run dry but once was a swell
I can still feel the spray on my cheek
The mist in my mind formed rivers and creeks
And wetlands and oceans
And gallons and gallons of directionless devotion
And what have I purchased with all of this effort?
Time alone with myself and square inches of pressure
And if recognition is love with time to breathe,
I'll see myself in each exhale, a sigh of relief
