“Pulling back every once in a while to see how far you’ve gotten is also important, ‘because you can see your accomplishments within the big picture, instead of measuring yourself against the larger, scarier reality.'”
– The Power of Small, Why Little Things Make All the Difference
when I’m older.
I think they didn’t know
that moving through someone else’s ordinary
creates the lens through which I see.
if aging is about growing
this is how I grow:
uprooting what was once cemented
with us and them.
to meet someone new and old in person
to have the time to really get to know them
when did connection become about a literal spark?
(though I don’t think we’ve met yet)
and that good ol’ fashioned lightning.
it’s only a matter of time.”
scratch in that direction,
and eventually the drops accumulate,
deep as the ocean.
that she could even be on this
journey was a privilege
in and of itself, she wished
she could pull that
perspective out of her pocket
please for the times she just wanted
to sleep | in the forest | in the hellish dark
she knew where she wanted to go
now from a strong and quiet
lake in her heart it wasn’t
at her anymore because she
had cupped her ear to it, allowed it to exist in the
openness she let herself climb her own
soul. it gave her stillness. she hoped for moonlight.
that coats a man
and renders him naked
from the ground up
“i’m too scared”