(no subject)
it feels like summer today.
spring has always been the season of great change and summer has been the reconciliation.
there is nothing left to reconcile this year but myself.
the heat of the day has clouded my judgment but
the evening always brought it back.
i am disbelieving when there is no choice but to believe.
this isn't going to be for long.
night does come, but
it has always been late afternoon
and it's light that put me here.
no one would say it's easy
to move through humidity
i don't know how to talk about it
it is orange light through industrial blinds
and secrets
that keep me here.
spring has always been the season of great change and summer has been the reconciliation.
there is nothing left to reconcile this year but myself.
the heat of the day has clouded my judgment but
the evening always brought it back.
i am disbelieving when there is no choice but to believe.
this isn't going to be for long.
night does come, but
it has always been late afternoon
and it's light that put me here.
no one would say it's easy
to move through humidity
i don't know how to talk about it
it is orange light through industrial blinds
and secrets
that keep me here.