Last night, my mama said to me, "you're not a quitter, you've never been. You're stronger than you know. You can't go through the rest of your life

alone."

Silence doesn't define you, your actions do. And when I asked if you could sit by my side in a darkly lit church on a chilly November night, you came. You had no words but tears. You were open for me when I needed to be safe and

let things go.

I will not allow myself to sleep on foreign grounds.

As trivial as it may sound to you, can I just rejoice in the reality that today is not yesterday?

Close your eyes, rest your wrists. You've exerted too much energy on me. My throat is still awash with these emotions. Please, tuck me away. I will be loyal to you another day. But now? Now, I must recover.

[And so the piano sleeps...]

It is ludicrous to believe I am what you said you would rather have me be. I've never done those acts, I wouldn't exchange my morals for that.

But, I still believe I will end up becoming an invaluable.

[All in my mind...]

Coffee with cream and early morning poetry really wake the sleeper inside.

There is no
magic
lurking in your speech-
but I'm devouring all
possibilities;
there is no
explanation
for how your words
affect me,
trap me,
coyly

use me.

(And I, don't always
want to find you
out).

Should I challenge myself, to be braver? Or do I fade away between weeks of summer transitioning to fall?

Everything we know, is everything we don't know. For we are aware only of what's revealed to us, but there is so much more, evolving within the hemispheres of the Earth.