Always Move Fast

the intimacy of sharing old memories with someone new. check out the places i visited before i met you. i wish you were with me. maybe we can visit them together and create new memories? look at the pictures of the sky i took before we met. now you share the same view with my past self. look at the photos of my childhood and let me look at yours. have your facial features changed? your smile stayed the same, and i love it. look at my right cheek, i have the same birthmark as my grandmother. this is the child in me that you are healing with your affection. i am glad we met. all these years i was without you but now you know about all those years and even help me to grow. your love took roots in my past pain, and reaches out to my future happiness. please don't stop smiling.

born to always mourn the present like it’s already become a memory

does anyone know how to stop the yearning and longing and lingering and the desire and obsession. please. please. please. please. please

the plants in my room wear the light better. I’ve tried gathering every golden hour into my arms, but it’s loose around the shoulders, doesn’t hang the way I remember. all my shoes fill with swamp water. it’s so much harder to retrace my steps. someone tell the cartographer to draw me back on the map. I’ve missed the way the lines can hold me into place. someone call a tailor. I want my body to fit right again. I’ll find a new therapist this week. I’ll keep making lunch. you say I’m not as lost as I look, but the words echo by the time they reach me.