i am overzealous and underwhelming. i say somethings and i regret them. i say nothings and i wish i hadn't. i am weighted and unbalanced. i place value where i think it belongs. i lean heavy into things for too long. i am uncertain and so sure. i run out of thoughts before my heart runs out of feelings. my thoughts run over and overwhelm my heart. i am liminal and concrete. im incomplete but hoping i could be.
my bedroom/airports/empty reception rooms/anywhere at 2 am vacant parking lots hospitals at midnight museum waiting lines in the early morning schools during break late night supermarket runs waiting for the bus at 5 am walking down the cobblestone streets at 6 am gas stations at dawn unfamiliar McDonalds on long road trips
their buzzing electricity is my alternate reality. stretching across my view with reckless abandon.
Small places tucked away, On hidden streets, In small alcoves, Places suspended in a liminal way, Life stalled at night, Streetlights singing through the dark, Like man-made starlight, Guiding one to a place hidden away.