it gives itself away in the things you don’t say. the empty spaces; the deep breaths; the pauses. it gives itself away with the falling feeling, the casual angling, the small talk.

there’s a silence now, where there once were words. it feels like resting but then: it feels like drowning.

there’s a long, long road ahead; I tell myself “there will be time” and I hope I’m right to say it, that I’ll look back and find that I wasn’t leading myself astray.

I had a dream about a thousand ghosts in cages and they couldn’t get out because they didn’t know they could float right through the bars.

sometimes, sometimes the lessons come at the strangest times.


About tehlorkay

writer of poems and longer things. restless wanderer of small-town streets. unabashed seeker of the true world.
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