poetry!

I want to be carefree

I want a moment where there’s nothing 

Where it’s quiet

I used to have them, when I would sit on the beach

And the only thing that mattered was the sand underneath my fingernails and the rubbing of the tree branches together

The heat of the sun on my face was something tangible

If I were to be placed there now, it would not be carefree, it would be plagued by things I wish were a dream

(little excerpt from a poem I wrote recently :3)