lately, cant find the inspiration to keep being
would love to be splashing in my grandparents' pool, sneaking cookie dough from the mixer, crinkling the candy wrappers in my grandfather's shirt pocket
singing songs with myself on the front porch, volleyball on the roof, hands and forearms red and bruised, catching frogs, fireflies, not worrying about losing myself
i've always been alone and fine. absurdity is the view society has on solitude. feeling small again.