Normalcy
This
is just
my way of making you feel all right.
I can't help it.
My blood.
My brain.
These hands.
Words. Lips.
My way of making you feel all right.\
As a child, I was enraptured by rainy nights.
I would stand silently on wet sand,
slowly
s
i
n
k
i
n
g
.
It’s OK to sometimes wish it didn't exist.
It’s OK to sometimes wish to never move again.
It’s OK to sometimes be alone.
I always hated names that linger like hate in humid air.
I don’t want you anywhere but here tonight.
Take my hand.
Walk into the forest with me.