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2022 empathy
I am human in the way of being you.
I am you in the way of being human.
I am human in the way that a lit match is a firework and the ocean is a pond.
birds, as kites
I watch you run with me, with us, with the risks we take every day, and it keeps crashing & floating & I feel like a bird
I watch from the ground as you and us and all the birds take flight.
anger
I do not feel like you
I feel as you
and my head is too too too full
I want to break all the walls until they are crystals, they are fixed again
until you are mine again.
I want to destroy, I am some kind of fist or candle.
I do not have any shallow left in me
I am drowning in reverence of this hate.
breathing
I’m still not sure how.
love
how to start?
not caring, or caring too much.
memories you want to live again.
throwing all of me into a song.
messing up again.
over and over.
hope.
missing/lonely
ache.
a hangover of strangers.
how to die
live.
how to not die
just keep living.
life
something I am
thrust into
on
this
slide
and I wouldn’t choose it
but I have no other wants
than to be here and there and everywhere,
take it all in,
all at once.
it is burning
and freezing,
it is a squeeze to my heart.
how to almost die
fall again,
for everyone,
over and over.
rough edges
I feel more real at night,
less me and more pure alive
the dark has diluted something in my soul
I am made entirely of sparks
and if you touch me I just
might
splinter
poetry
does it ever occur to you
that the clouds are made of
the same parts as the ocean
and i can fly
or dive way down deep
quiet wondering
loss
scared we’ll get to a place
where all we have in common is
remember when
longing
that pit in my stomach when you leave
like I am missing something that isn’t there,
that I created
I am seeing fire in
not even embers
not even ashes
a pit of empty
it is letting myself love without the fear of falling
it is catching myself on a lifeline made of almosts
the collapsing of hearts
all of the above
poetry
fuck it I’m full of art
