7.11.22
holding onto love is like carrying this giant backpack
filled with books and research papers
on how to be human.
I carry it with me every day,
with no intention to read them
I just carry it with me
for the sake of feeling heavy and down
I just carry it with me
for the sake of feeling like I have a reason.
A purpose.
Sometimes I open these books
To read. But I end up not understanding
What is written inside.
Sometimes I open these books
To just leave them on a table. Sunny side up
With no one to peak in.
Lack of attention. Lack of patience.
So they sit there,
long forgotten.
-A.Š.













