The sudden tenderness, the quiet approval and trust renders me shaken. I want to return to sleep. Shrinking distance between the emotional avalanche threatens stable reality. I want to be rooted again, without the stinging pressure repeatedly thrusting me underwater. My spine cracking inaudibly in an attempt to straighten and stand up. We are fragile glass. We exist in the delicate moments of dusk and dawn. Spin us once more, see how we shine.
Let me breathe (again).
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