papamoa doldrums

this year so far i've been preoccupied with the perfect words. words i'm not ready to write yet, i can't fathom the consequences. february chewed me up and spat me out onto the sidewalk in the suburbs and screamed ANYWHERE FROM HERE. 

i've slept on every couch south of northland. there was a moment in there where i wasn't sure who i was. your soul leaves your body in an apartment living room and you realize you didn't know a single person in the room this time last year. except yourself. and you're alone. and you're shit faced. the world is your oyster now shut yourself in and go mad. 
love is born like the creation of the cosmos between four asbestos ridden walls. love is washed away with the tide. snails keep crawling up the shore despite being crushed by every stray boot. and so do i. summer of firsts, summer of lasts. 
we were everywhere from the beach to the astral plane last month. i haven't stayed still and i can't and i won't. i've torn souls away from salvation and i'm nowhere near it myself. 
catch your plagued breath. eyes on the horizon.
it's anywhere from here.


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