hum creates

you throw it out of sight. it comes back. in another hand. you take it. you play the game. you know how to. it's fun. until it's not. you followed the rules. eyes on the prize. you're losing. you don't know if you can play again.

bringing you in, is like, playing with water. wanting to dive, head first, hoping you'll join. i can't help but wonder, what side are we on? is it the shallow end? you're sitting, watching, as my head collides with the bottom is it the deep end? holding my breath waiting sinking to the bottom.

and that’s what it was house made of glass, everyone could see into it and it kept in the warmth, as soon as it shattered cold gusts of air came in.

so, what now? because i was perfectly fine a week ago. because i didn't know. take me back a week. to being 21 and being naive. pull the wool back over my eyes, because i don't know what knowing this will do.

Pastime

Water

“Go on then, tell me what I should do when I can feel my insides wanting to hit the floor and my heart drops to meet it.”