words
For some reason, I can’t keep my eyes off the short loop. There’s beauty in nature and in daily experiences. I think most people depend on others or a lot of money to feel this happiness, but I think,
happiness is always a state of mind.
Established Memories
i talk about what used to be. far too often for someone who
has trouble remembering. there’s a gaping hole
where i used to live, and
i don’t remember anything from before.
except the way the dreams hung
so low i could have stood on the tips
of my toes and touched it
if i really wanted to.
back then, there were too many hopes.
too many possibilities living outside
our heads.
everything tasted like death
but the ghosts just never came.
here is what i know—
there are more feelings in the world
than there are words. perhaps this is why we choke, this is why we cry.
this is why there are more words for colours
than there are words for the way we want to
talk about the emptiness.
there are a hundred ways to describe
the colour blue and i could start with the ocean.
i could start with you. there are only so many ways
you can talk about the night, but the day holds
so much more language.
—
we might have a chance. but honestly, for me,
a chance doesn’t mean that much.
Established Memories
i talk about what used to be. far too often for someone who
has trouble remembering. there’s a gaping hole
where i used to live, and
i don’t remember anything from before.
except the way the dreams hung
so low i could have stood on the tips
of my toes and touched it
if i really wanted to.
back then, there were too many hopes.
too many possibilities living outside
our heads.
everything tasted like death
but the ghosts just never came.
here is what i know—
there are more feelings in the world
than there are words. perhaps this is why we choke, this is why we cry.
this is why there are more words for colours
than there are words for the way we want to
talk about the emptiness.
there are a hundred ways to describe
the colour blue and i could start with the ocean.
i could start with you. there are only so many ways
you can talk about the night, but the day holds
so much more language.
—
we might have a chance. but honestly, for me,
a chance doesn’t mean that much.
