i had a dream my heart had been ripped from my being and stitched between my breasts with a temporary replacement. when will I get it back?

i find peace in these little moments. i seek these everyday. from the quiet of the evening while looking at the moon as i come home from another gig. to the golden hour walks where i inhale everyone’s evening dinners, as i pass by. moments of serenity that remind me of my sentience. nothing matters in these moments. i can inhale, and exhale, without worry of the days behind or ahead of me. it’s rare for me to enjoy these things. but, I will try.

that chord got plucked once again. now, here i am, on a beautiful day, crying. watching the clouds while choking on sobs. my lungs gasping for air between hiccups. how can people be so cruel? i tried finding beauty in everyday. it's always in a peaceful moment that it hits me.

I’m still here.

my love comes like rain.

Think of leaving as another one of my adventures.

It’s not always one particular moment.

I slip off my shoes, and tiptoe to the pavilion.

I only ask that now and then, you think of me.

interlude #1

the undeniable beauty of a rainbow next to the moon.

It's all so heavy.

You smelled like cigarettes, cologne, and petrichor.

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