how beautiful to be: stable
i keep taking little bites, chewing bit after bit and swallowing in a desperate attempt to find sobriety so i weigh my options. funny how i’m stuck awkwardly in the middle of this fight (literally in the near middle, not figuratively) and funny how you each guard an exit. as i weigh my options i side with you: because i want to offer my advice but know its neither warranted nor summoned. you offer gratitude that falls upon my averted body and our shoulders collide, the only intersetion in this room i’m abandonning.
if everything you say is true then turn around and walk away and find a home that doesn’t make you feel this way. our words shape themselves differently; all you have is all you’ve sought.
this, this is why language sometimes fails me.