Surges of energy erupt in the pit of my stomach, exploding into anxiety. The butterflies. My thoughts wander off, my eyes gaze into anything but your own, and my heart races to edge of my skin. Pounding.
I want to make a move.
eluding what’s all my life, i reside to one place.
death is buried here, life was given to me here.
sunsets blooming on the side of town, emit sights of snow into my glassy eyes.
corners of this universe, and those dreary afternoons as i sat on the emerald throne
transcending into windy roads and applications of the unwilling
it was a long drive that winter
happiness rests in the most uncommon of places
those foggy memories of the train station, the attic my knees crawled up to
waterfalls rejuvenating my lost approach on life, and of course the whiskey in his laughter
the cement and cracked sidewalks led the way to the corner drugstore,
rotten paint chipping away from these grizzled homes, echoes of children
experiences transition to anemones
no one can be an undamaged soul forever.
i’m still haunted by the absence in the air these memories left.
where heart ships lay dormant, new possibilities flourish
scranton, like a gentle autumn rain.