Magnus Grace

and they're all breathless 

telling me of the doctors who defied odds and 

the athletes who destroyed records and 

the CEOs and chefs and 

and what if, 

yes I think they're cool and 

Hair tucked behind ears,

Cheeks pink and glowing,

Smiles illuminated by the sun,

Weeping willow branches cascading like poetry

Onto fluttered-closed eyelashes;

Only for a second...

It all faded away...

Everything was so peaceful...

The white fluffy clouds past through the sky...

You could close your eyes and hear the ocean...

Only for a second...

"we all have our 'i peeled my orange today' stories."

bright letters fill my screen.

i'm pondering if i should message you,

or just let you be.

i give in;

does anybody else get that feeling deep in their chest, sharp like it's begging to come out but also soft as in fire soft, embers in a hole in the ground?