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Yesterday

I drove so close to the ocean that I could hear seashells scraping against
the wet sand
I drove home with this nagging feeling that for me, home is relative
I could belong anywhere

I could belong in the strands of your greying hair that you color when you put a dress on
but I don't want to
Because I bet you didnt even know how much I love seashells
how I like to put them to my ear and listen like it's a lover's whisper
or how I like to lick them sometimes and taste the salt of a history that
reminds me of my own tears
And I am done with the tears sweetheart
I am done letting them drop to the floor making ripples where
my feet stand, where they disrupt the waters of my aesthetic soul and
fill my life with cloudy mirrors

Now

I am a single  white feather

light, fleeting, free, perched upon nothing
blades of grass begging to capture me

rising past moons and stars and bad horoscope sign readings

and as long as the world has enough breath in it to push me up I will keep
moving.... like a song that makes a heart climb... with a hand hanging out a
window and I sing    because in this moment I  really have to
My dirty lungs have to shake the memories off of themselves and sing

Because there's always that one line, like "why'd you sing with me at all" and BAM

  it hits home

   and I dont even know where the fuck home is anymore but my god it hits it

like

shards of metal from a bomb casing picking off people who have

no idea that their lives are about to change forever

And that's love, baby
on a good day

and

I am so glad I'm out.