for once, my mind is quiet.
i feel new. and fresh. and pure. and god it feels fleeting.
i wonder if you know that i could talk to you for hours about the most meaningless things, and it would still be the experience of a lifetime.
i want to scream. i shall only halt when the windows rupture from their sills and the floor begins to shake. only then will i be able to go about my day.
all my ghosts laugh at how i live my life now. and it doesn’t bother me even the slightest bit.
i am always short on words when i feel immensely.
i am too full of life for this town. far too ambitious and far too wise. my dreams can’t materialize here.
when i can’t sleep at night, it is your memory playing in my head that keeps me awake.
i am here. just that. that all i am now.
i feel you in the sun shining down on my shoulders. in the breeze in my hair. in the tears on my cheeks. in the iron in my blood. in the taste on my tongue. in the scratch on my left shoulder. in bit marks down my neck. in your initial hanging from a chain around my neck.