i started writing a song two nights ago
it evolved this morning
more on this later
ask me if i’m okay and i’ll tell you what you need to hear to move on with your day.
sit beside me when my face is grey and still and what is wrong will pour into your ears.
Stay is a sensitive word. We wear who stayed and who left in our skin forever.
Am I whole, am I half, or am I nothing. The moon doesn’t ask itself that, it is the moon.
i have flaws too, i tell him
i have flaws and you will find them
in the quiet
soft like dark
blue tender bruises
for your fingers to find
so when you find them
just have grace okay?
just be kind
Often enough, my heart sighs with pain.
I did it. I wrote the summary of my novel. I condensed over 82,000 words into 744.
I feel alive.