#s0ftplacetoland

[s0ftplacetoland]

i have loved (the way stars forget themselves into morning) —quietly— as a sword forgets blood.

we (who linger) are not the ones who leave. how holy the breath of a companion once vanished.

years pile like snow on the backs of mountains no one climbs anymore— and i, i listen for echoes that remember the shape of a voice.

do not call me a hero— i have merely endured.

flowers grow in places we never returned to (this too, is love) that keeps blooming. without us.

-g.b.

[s0ftplacetoland]

somewhere between the boxes and the walls, i forgot to stop and listen to the hum of things still waiting. a job, a house, the dream that flickered but never quite held.

i left a place to make a place, and for a while, the lights were bright, the streets were new— but even city lights dim when you’re still looking for the way home.

there were trips to places i thought would answer me, a face that whispered everything i wanted to hear, then vanished like a shadow in the rain.

i broke into pieces i didn’t know how to put together— teeth, illness, a body that learned how to lean into pain just to stand. and still, the days fold like forgotten letters, unopened, waiting for the next one.

no endings yet, just the spaces between, where everything happens without asking. and somehow, i keep moving— quieter, but still moving.

-g.b.