i lay concrete in my arteries.
there is a point where i feel it’s not worth it anymore. the heartache and the pain. so, maybe, i push people away. maybe when i leave a place. but wait, i know i do it. so what about all these maybes?
maybe that pushing is waiting. maybe my world needs both less and more. maybe the pushing is receiving of other things worth coming.
i wrote a letter i’ll never send. a letter that’s starting to feel like nothing, again. because this moment never lasts. this moment this morning this marvellousness this momentum.
because what goes up…