and maybe she's a melody; i mean you will never know if she is broken or desperate or reaching for something
or just trying
and maybe it's because there's so much going on like - we have become too loud or she has perfected silence, but quiet speaks of the truth more than anything, like -
there's a heartbeat in there that says she's not beyond saving, just in need of noticing
i mean, there's a heartbeat in there that says you don't even have to join her sad singing, just that -
notice, notice, notice and start listening
my poetry's never been the same, these days. but i hope this still feels like home to those who need one