Writing

I struggle to write because I don't want to say the truth. 

That I fucked up and said yes,

I want this.

I am scared because it won't work.

That I fell for his eyes, 

his heart and his voice.

We live in this world together.

and if we could all walk with our feet

firm on the ground, feeling the universe, feeling the world

so distant become what nurtures us,

if we could all walk only for a moment

without our hatred, without our grudges,

this is what i call "the idea of it" for a play i'm coming up with! it's basically the kind of intriguing summary you'd find on a book's jacket cover haha.

We met like passengers
assigned to the same row
close enough to share armrests,
not a destination.

I am but 

One speck in the Universe, 

One piece of the world, 

One person amidst a billion. 

I am just