#skyyyyy

I know that there will still be moments or days or months that I’ll hug to the quiet. I know I will still devour the time I spend alone. I know that some of that will stay with me and some of this will have to stretch its legs and move forward and allow more people the chance to hold that quiet with me—to break it down to bits if not most of the time, because life is wasted if it becomes too serious a thing. I cannot curl up under my inch of sky to stare forever. I need to bound through the creek and pop bubblegum from the backseat. I want to exhale a sigh under somebody’s blankets and feed them brownie batter from the spoon.  I want to hear the slow crumble of every wall drop when it needs to and still feel safe. I do. I can do it. I’ll get better at loosening my fist. my hands are so sore.

Black Ink gives me life