about

just a soul spinning in space

(giulia maria)

abstract escape

I spend so many,

So much

Of my days

Stealing time away

From just

Being 

With me

Retelling myself 

All the stories

I already know

By heart. 

Pretending to reach ears

Too far away

To hear.

Yet, in writing,

I can craft it once:

Explicitly, intensely, precisely.

Eventually,

Letting them find 

Those hearts 

They seek

sun-smudged fog

The responsibility of