COME HOME

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.

REALIZATIONS AGAINST PILLOWCASES

Aug 5, 11:49 pm.

realizations against pillowcases 

falling asleep next to your heart sounds for six months now 

heavy, full, lightness, touch 

you follow my movements away from the light, loyally 

your breathing becomes my nighttime soundtrack, your fingers my nighttime touching, your kisses my nighttime longing

the time of nightthoughts is the space where people begin to believe in love

i believe in your breath, your heart sounds, your sleeping fingertips, whispering mouth, warm body, and finding your shoulder as i empty my day into you.