What if, instead,
I look down at the wonder
of tiny, separate, moving cells
that have merged from the majesty
of Queens
and infernos of oceanic volcanoes.
Wishful adventurer, bad climber, & writer of unedited poetry. A blog candidly exploring mental health, veganism, & the tiny things that make life worth living.
What if, instead,
I look down at the wonder
of tiny, separate, moving cells
that have merged from the majesty
of Queens
and infernos of oceanic volcanoes.
The way people eat pizza, man. You can see who they are. Have you ever been to a pizza party? And just stopped, and looked, once you notice it You’re hooked. That person that doesn’t eat their crusts. You know that they’re not a Sagittarius It’s hilarious. That person who cuts everything into […]
Jack.
You told me you’d take me to
‘A Nice Lebanese Place’
With vegan options.
IT WAS A KEBAB SHOP.
I know it should worry me
but the sickness it bubbles up and not eating isn’t the most important thing, right now. I don’t care, I don’t care.
Desperate for sleep, with a dancing mind. Flinging itself
into each and every corner of my skull. Just to say
“hey,
i’m here, and I’m not quite done. I’m not quite ready to rest. I still have some dancing to do.”
Give me sleepy, slow moments
and half-murmured conversations
about nothing important,
but everything worth saying
to us.
I long for that constant image
circling
around, and around
in my mind, almost like
a memory that won’t let go.