in my mind, there are places.
places like a pearly beach,
soft and wrinkly sand between my toes,
white crisp foam licking the edges of my eyes,
soothing sunlight kissing my cheeks and shoulders,
my skin burnt and salty like it’s edible.

in my mind, there are places.
places like the middle of a soft bed,
me and my love with limbs entwined,
syrupy kisses and slow blinking,
milky touches and soft sighs,
a cheeky warmth spreading through my insides
and cooling handprints on my burning sides.

in my mind, there are words.
and floating around them, there is longing.
longing for innocence, bright-eyed curiosity and ambition.
longing for days in which i am in love with the air entering my lungs
longing for a future in which my tears no longer taste bitter
longing for feelings which now are unfamiliar.


in my mind, i live a happy life.
i am not guilty and i do not cry like i am.
in my mind there are good things,
there are things to smile about.
in my mind, things work out
and my hinges do not squeak
in my mind, i am not disappointed upon blinking my eyes open in the morning
and i do not envy those whose don’t.

but only in my mind.