Tonight is the first time
I’ve written in weeks
It’s all sort of fragmented
Disjointed and dislocated segments
Bound and squeezed together in moments
Of sheer chance diluted by pedigrees
Of ever elevating time spans
Spent sleeping or wishing for sleep
Like seeing a pretty face for the first time
Attaching the backstory myself
Sort of like a shock culture moment
Like when you realize not all stars
Are quite like each other
With ocean waves crashing about
Forcefully until nothing, but peace
Resides in the moments we find ourselves

Cracking.