I tipped the relics off the table
Watched all the old things shatter
All the old things fall
they way I did
you had eyes like land and water
i was lost and then found in the time it took to blink
and you wonder why i try so hard to be near you
you wonder why i won’t stop asking to see you
it’s because, with you
i learned to drown on land and walk on water
I was a god in the blink of an eye
and in the morning when i leave
i’ll just be a shadow of your yesterday
the moon
swinging by a silver chain
dangling
weightless
free of shame
i wish our love would have felt that way
-I.A.D.
it is in the realness of spending time alone
where I find the most grace
the mose useful parts of myself that hum instead of weep
in these moments I wish for them to find the ones I love so that they too can experience themselves in the quiet pleasance of being alone
that we can differentiate between alone//
and lonely//
before we reach for another soul
and it is in this separation that I struggle most
which only enhances the beauty of the moments where that war has be put to bed
if only for a moment
sometimes I catch it between days and sometimes only between breaths
nevertheless
i feel its warmth and hold it close for all the times it was buried deep down somewhere cold
for all the times it felt as if it would never belong to me and ownership was a privalidge that I’d never know to keep
these moments of shuffling around
tidying things up with a present calmness
like waves lapping at the shoreline
feeling entirely *here
grounded in my own body like I’ve been away for most of my life
now come home
resting between my skin and my bones
i love to learn to love myself in quiet.
-India
It could all be gone tomorrow. Always remember that.