musings & scribbles

we lay flat
so the words can find their way
through our skeletons,
telling us
how much we mattered when
we were full of flesh and
without sunken eyes,
without empty chests,
waiting for breathing to
build us up and keep us
confident, not
leaking oxygen
trying to
capture thoughts
we don’t even know the
origin of—no, we
lay flat
so the words can
find their way
through our
skeletons,
telling us
how much
we mattered when
we were
full of flesh,
when life felt
inevitable,
not something
we grew tired of chasing.

cleaning up these floors and walls,
trying to build ourselves
a nice place to reside–
a place we’ll want to live in,
but enough room to play outside.

I take pride in being a
minimalist
with a
small wallet,
sanitizer,
keys,
earbuds,
and probably more
I always end up needing
when i’ve left them behind.

gathering what we
viewed as
necessities
only to share them
or toss them out,
now that we know
they were weights
we were waiting
to build us up,
but only buried us.

life
time
I
me
us
you
we

I disappoint you often
and don’t know how to stop.
it feels like we just met tonight
and i already fucked it up.
I can try to be better, or
someone you’d like more,
but then I would be hiding,
and that’s not who I am.

I am drowning
in all the
time I waste in
walking by
the little things
that make this
place feel so in-
complete. but
maybe it’s just
me— maybe
it’s just that i’m
not whole yet,
so how could I
complete
anything
else?