Am I feeling what you’re feeling
Do I have a view inside
Is it empathy or arrogance
To think I know your mind
I’m upset when you’re upset
That I’m upset tha— stop.
Is it insight or insanity
To guess what’s in your thoughts
Sometimes when I’m in tune
with all your nuances and moods
With things I couldn’t, shouldn’t know
But feel as though I do
I wonder if I’m penning my own
Stories onto you
Tal...
If I were taller, I’d wade
Water lapping at my knees, I’d be
At peace, unafraid
That I might wander in too deep
But here I am, so close to land
And I’m drowning in the shallow water
If I were curious, I’d roam
Stirring ripples with my strides, I’d go
Searching for a home
Looking out across the tides
But I’m looking down at my reflection
And it’s drowning in the shallow water
If I were stronger...
I knew this city yesterday
I woke to change
Like looking at a stranger
The walk sign is on
Caught in my periphery
A turn I didn’t know to take
Flowers in the stores,
Signs hung on the doors with hours:
“Any time but now”
But how? I can see them
Inside, shopping, smiling
Their city still in sync
Has the city changed?
It’s strange to think
That I could be forgotten
This city knew me yesterd...
𝄆 A simple question, on its face
An idle path to tread
But every dead end sends me reeling
Fearing what’s ahead
Lost within this feedback loop
My doubts compound and clatter
Amplified and dissonant
Till something in me shatters
Among these shards my shifting thoughts
Reflect, refract and scatter
And now I’m grasping at the fragments,
Wondering why it matters
When all that’s left with heft enou...
I don’t want to grow up
But I still want to grow
I want to be that kid
With such potential years ago
I don’t want to grow old
And lose my best excuse
For not yet having realized
The promise of my youth
I don’t want to find out
That this is all of me
That if I clear away the silt
There’s nothing left to see
I don’t want to stand out
But I don’t want to fade
Away from possibility
Irrelevant, afr...
“She’s acting,” Ell mouths, turning toward me to shield the words from the woman rushing past us.
I look up from my halfhearted examination of the welcome pamphlet, the words having lost all meaning somewhere between the fifteenth and twentieth readthrough. After over two hours of waiting, these are my options: stare at the pamphlet, stare into space, or stare at the attendees on their way out o...