the world behind will always be lost on us
Have u made it? doing it until u can, just like u said u would? or are u just like me, hugging the occasional despair unmeant as u drift off to sleep.
u must imagine your sadness to land silent like pin drop on drugget or at best a crisp dead leaf on the quiet face of the sea. but u have been noticed, now cared for, your needle picked up by the shallow of these words, softly wrapped up in warm sheets. (is this why i find warmth even in your despair?) now don’t kick the duvet off. Good night