maelynslavik

I'm lost in little infinities, 

in stars that multiply the longer I look.  

I lose count of what's real and what's not, 

unsure when the endless stream of numbers concludes, 

Some days

I feel like I take up

too much space—

like every word I say

echoes louder

than it should.

And other days

I feel so quiet

I’m afraid the world

will blink