you needed a light so i set myself on fire

And I kept thinking of a sound. The one where I don’t wake up thunder, and trembling, sweating bullets. Rather, my thighs are wrapped in blankets, wrapped in moon glow, wrapped in lullabies of my father’s singing. It’s like sunlight. It’s like the glow of a creak on summer when I ran barefoot and the grass is melting into dew, into dirt. I know a memory is not a sound, nor it is music. But there are days when moments turn into a symphony of polaroid and pauses; far from nightmares, far from stitched clowns and band aids, this kind of sadness. So I kept thinking of that sound, where I don’t wake up crying or scared. Where I don’t ask if I belong here. Where I don’t ask if I belong here.

Yes, you’ve entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime is filled with you…

Yes, you’ve entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime is filled with you…