i have a hard time naming things: anxiety, fear, sadness. rest.less.ness
none of them are quite right. none of them explain the why and the where. none of the words i can think of describe the me i am being.
when i can't sleep it is a fire in my veins. a loud buzz in my head. the din of too many voices, too many songs, too many croutons in my soup. i think of you. i think of your arms and my arms. the warmth of your leg over my leg. the way we fit, so perfectly. the way i try to empty my cave, calm the echoes. the way i want you to do it for me. show me how again? the way i don't want to wake you up with my storm.
you are watching me and naming things for us: kaylee. water. tomatoes and sauce. heartbeat. footsteps.
together.
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