and they keep asking
"when? you say you need time but until when?"
time is all i can say now.
my hands shake and walking feels like a maze.
under the sea,
it's shining and bright,
and that's the most confusing part.
i just need time for something,
anything.
i need time to convince myself and pull an okay
version of myself out of my closet.
anything for you,
anything to make you feel like the friend you have
isn't lost,
i'm right here.
i wish i could tell you when.
as if my soul returning would be a deadline.
"i'll be back in time for your birthday,
i promise."

- moon