periwinkle-blue light through my shuttered windows
my heart is racing but my mind is blank with things I don't know how to express
that k-drama I just watched stirred something in me
a longing of sorts
that calls to me from outside my bedroom window
it whispers a soft melody
breath brushing against the nape of my neck
but like everyday
I will crawl into my cocoon of TV romance
waiting until the clock strikes eighteen
The rush of information from a single swipe
Is a current that threatens to sweep me away
Each new voice adding another issue to the many already bouncing around my head.
The late nights usually surrendered to sleep
Are instead spent rolled over on our sides
Eyelids weak and the arms that hold up our heads weaker
As we run rivers of words out of our mouths.
The portal opens in those fleeting moments that feel like they are about to crescendo, about to climb the final step to see over the mountain top.
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