I’ve always thought adaptability was a strength of mine
lately, I wonder what recognizing yourself looks like
where those pieces of me ended up
and if I want them back or not
rhetorical solipsism
I’ve always thought adaptability was a strength of mine
lately, I wonder what recognizing yourself looks like
where those pieces of me ended up
and if I want them back or not
torn napkins scatter the table
quick looks towards the door
the phones are ringing
muffled consuming voices with
every conceivable idea
about how to change
but I want to grow
reading promises
in the back of notebooks
covered in dust
and lined with hope
a world gone by
free-falling
through noise
intrinsic sounds
capable of
empathy
of emotion
connections forged
without a word
creation
within a moment
living
in a bomb shelter
call it a
sanctuary
but that doesn’t mean
you’re not
hiding
the worlds within ourselves
to be explored
or escaped
realized
or rejected
pieces of you
scattered along
these inside places
to be collected until whole
isn’t forever
simply a notion?
what’s everlasting could be
fleeting
with perspective
i’d prefer
to live inside moments
and when they fade
so will I
inhale and unfold
return to yourself
it’s very easy
to get lost out there
fortify and restrain
bide time
count the stars
you will bloom soon
gliding along slowly in your dimly lit bedroom
the night feels soft; the music is warm
stare in the mirror and love
shut the shades and be free
don’t worry about the bad things
i fell in love with those too