Humid summer skin all my thoughts dangling from the tip of the crescent moon golden orange, smoke filled sky burning land, clammy hands you hold them anyway I get so wrapped up in thoughts that don’t serve me I get so burnt out by opinions from people who don’t know me half of them, I’m likely only assuming and I guess, in a way, so are they haven’t been feeling much like myself lately but I suppose that comes with loss new mournings every morning and they just keep coming I don’t remember anymore what it’s like to not feel dizzy got achy knees, my brain’s horizon is foggy my broken bones held together with titanium feel creaky I want to experience just one day where I’m not critically thinking about my body the weight of insecurity can become so heavy it’s no wonder my bones keep creaking got so many voices bleeding into them and steeping feeling the eyes of strangers keeping tabs and watching And I gotta be honest some days I just wanna disappear crawl into the earth and hibernate for a year I won’t stay gone forever I’m not done here I just need a break I’ll repair the damage of whatever I miss with titanium plates What is really at stake? Fluff my pillow up under the roots of a willow tree I’ve got too many blankets giving me the illusion of sleep It’s just too heavy not moving isn’t comparable to healing you can’t ignore what’s still being carried let it go let it go let it go throw it into the wildfires and send it off to the orange moon