28.03.23, or subways through the rain
it astonishes me
just how easy my sick self can drag me back to things:
to being four and moving cities
throwing up on my way to school only to get something out of myself
too sad and too confused to say anything;
to swollen purple eyes from missing home
(while lying wide awake, "home",)
and I wanna run and run and run and run and
to folding paper into boats and hiding song lyrics inside
and sailing myself away through Biology class
I wrote a song in the shower last night (and it sucks so bad);
to being here now. where I've been before
thousands of times and it was fine
sort of fine. fine enough
I don't know what happened since.