Music pulls me into its arms,
made a bed for me in this sea of white noise

and for some reason,
it makes sense to sing about crying too
loud or unpacking suitcases or
open windows or
a spider’s web when you are as sad as I am.

It comes and it goes
as saltine waves or a heartbeat or drumming.

I wait for the day when I will become
a mermaid, able to breathe
underwater everything I have ever felt.

Tonight my body does not want to sleep, but
drown in a song of existence.

She floods my ears
through removing lesser known parts of me.