hands clasp hands but the other pulls away

it was too soon, the touch

the familiar feeling of home in a single moment

it doesn’t matter what day of time or night it is we’ll always find comfort in our current

help is reaching and pushing and falling and screaming

it’s all so close like my thoughts on a loop, glued to my side

what a way to cast off what they like to call ‘attention’

but it’s nothing but a simple and kind gesture from our brains when they feel like working in the right way

see no one sees when it’s really there

help is here but the people are so out of reach

and they always make it up to us to yell first