Apr 1, 2021
silence is a luxury we spoon feed distance when our eyes don’t remember the definition of memory. when smiling is no longer a reflex that answers to numbered breaths. I’ve been broken in places I didn’t even know I was weak in, but we have a way of gathering dust under expired names. sometimes I think I’ve created a home for my heart by collecting broken pieces of feelings and trying my best to make them fit together. darling, sometimes the light shines too bright; will you just sit with me in the dark?
If I could, I’d wrap myself around you: quiet as a cloud, soft as a shadow.
