Thursday, October 5, 2017

Disarray

Disarray

100 balls in the air. Deep uncomfortable breaths. A full moon following me from window to window. It lightens up the backyard- bright enough for me to notice it is dark and I can't see. Breathing deep- a deep nervous unsettling twitching in my body- uncertainty, nervousness. Lost- I want to reach for you, to hold you, to talk to you, to smile with you, to tell you-no to show you that I love you. 

But I love you so much that I don't want to disrupt your world with my chaos.

I saw a picture of you smiling with someone else. It hurt me to the infinite ends of my soul . Still  I look at the picture often because it is nice to see your eyes.