it was hard when the world went still
but i think a special kind of love bloomed from it
a love i would never have found if i wasn't forced to care for myself
i find myself appreciating the small things far more often
the yellow flowers beneath the kitchen window
the way the light hits the chemistry building in the distance at around 8:30 pm every night
setting the exterior alight
a burning orange that glows just for me

there is an eery stillness of inanimate objects
they sit and stare, waiting to be used
frozen to a surface until brought to life by touch
i think this is how i have let myself live for a while now
coming alive only when desired by another
i think that i will be that other
for myself
for the rest of my days
because if need me, then i will always have purpose