Writing

“It's like you've finally found your home and you know it'll always be there,” my friend’s older sister said, not bothering to look away from the passing fields outside the car window. I wanted to respond that my home is my best friend.

You were tapping on your phone

I was outside, walking back to my place

You caught a glimpse of my reflection 

in your rearview mirror

The sun is pink, and the sky is green on the day that I am standing knee deep in perfectly still salt water. The tired marble floor of heaven is finally dissolving beneath my feet.

There is // no tomorrow // blue sky drowning and leftover questions // through the snow, an end is distinguished // where so many divert their paths, paving into the ground // ice is all that’s left, this is how the cliff is found // if

its like

walking through

a forest

where you

think no

one can

hear you

but yourself

you scream

at the

top of

your lungs

until your

insides burn

you're alone

(Note: Please know that you may take this any way you would like, this is just how I see things. I wish for there to be more peace and love in this world.