And all of a sudden the sky is blue No- I'm not sad It's not lonely Rather calm The curtain dances as the wind blows Calmly, peacefully Birds are chirping I am alive I look past outside the window Trees are steady Leaves are following the lead of the wind I wish I had someone to lead me like the wind I'll go wherever it takes me Even though I know in the end I would fall on the ground
comfort; a sin and a saint, false hopes and warmth between the sheets of cotton. weaving my hands into the threads, my hair binding feathers and freckles to this tiny piece of satisfaction amongst the twisted doubts of December.
episodes of expectations; hollow danger diseases threaten my humor, humanity, humility; i am frightened that my future will implode, that the earth is dying, that my words are not good enough, that i am not good enough.
so this comfort i am clinging to, sinking my nails into, resting my head upon, is keeping me from moving forward, but saving me from giving up; my stagnant sanctuary of twenty-two.
I'm lost in translation, bound by hallucinatory sensations, found between border and sea, cold but free like a continental breeze that drifts lonely to shore. Still so unsure. Then lost again, once more; this time she's lost like never before.