(Picture : self)
I fall and scatter so many times,
I’m struggling to make this rhyme.
I sit in dark rooms and closed doors,
A little too attached to cold hard floors.
I feel absence ,
I also crave distance .
I’m trying to get this together,
A little something to make me feel better.
My favorite book in front of me,
My mind running in some garden, in those trees.
I’m trying to leave a mark,
But isn’t this night unusually dark?
I’m needing this motion, needing the heart,
Just how it was so fearless from the start.
I’m sitting by the window ; watching it rain ,
It’s fully open, this wooden pane.
Maybe I had some plans, I was supposed to dine.
I’m just chilling by the air, I know I will be fine.
Let me know if it’s okay to cancel on everything so you can have this time for yourself . To for a moment believe that it’s going to be okay. Maybe not now but eventually.