i’d never in my life so much as dipped my pinky in a glass of wine, but my god, i was drunk on you. i was the kind of drunk where you can’t string together a sentence for the life of you and yet you reach for the vodka anyway. you were my first gasp of air after holding my breath for three years. i consumed you hungrily; you let me depend on you.
We as a species are always trying to find comfort in purpose, as if we need to justify our existence on this planet by having a ‘reason’ for being here. You do not need a purpose or a reason to be alive on this planet. You have a right to be here simply because you are.
Rather than seeking comfort in purpose, find freedom in understanding that you have no purpose, and that is okay. You alone are enough.
You don’t need to understand it to enjoy it.
I could see the words
in her eyes
long before she wrote them–
long before she read them
on that stage.
I could feel her pain in the way
her spine curled into me at night–
long before the melancholy weighed
upon her lips (her cherry smile).
I knew she was breaking long
before she shattered, but
all I could do
was watch.
Stop looking through me and look into me.
When I told myself I’d love again after you broke my heart, I always imagined it would be with someone else.
Sometimes things make more sense in metaphors
and everything becomes clear
when the dirt is out of the carpet.
The way the stars align when the dust
lines up at the mouth
of the dustbin.
Sometimes questions are answered as you watch
dust fall– as you sway.
Sometimes the first smile after
a breakup comes while dancing with the broom
on the kitchen tile.
The human condition is a sad
one–two
souls long to unite,
their one barrier being themselves.
Silenticel 