Writing

Hey! So this is a small side project… should I continue? 

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

There is a language 
spoken only in half-glances, 
in the weight of a pause 
just before someone smiles. 

I want to live,

I want to hear a million songs and dance in the rain,

I want to kiss and make love,

I want to see the world from every angle,

meet people that I will love and ones I won't,

I'm sorry,

I didn't do more for us,

that I didn't treat you like you were enough.

I'm sorry,

for not calling you more,

and didn't hold you when you needed it most.

I'm sorry,

up high in the sky

where birds come to fly 

two clouds that sit perfectly on time 

with the air that comes rounding thinner 

white fluff that twirls like sand