the island

Posted: December 16, 2013 in me

remembering those nights walking home
in tears
the world so big
and me so small
wondering how i somehow remained tethered
while everything was spinning so fast
those salty salty tears
that came from the place where my deepest secrets lied
and where everything I dreamed
seemed tangible
unaware of how my cold feet managed to feel and tread the earth
walking “home”
to my address
and the bed I slept in
all of it moving so fast
afraid I looked unraveled
feeling shredded to bits
reminding myself “get used to this”
feel this
hold this moment
every tear
each step
each labored breath
i was walking
not running
and nothing was ever the same

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