oh please
promised I wouldn't have to believe again

again
again
again
again

promised me it was fine for me dream again

again
again
again
again

not about fluffy cute clouds or the moon
about the raw humanness of who I am
the very basics that built me up and able to feel.

• the safety, the "home", the belonging, the creativeness, the late night philosophical debates, the sharing of ideas, the unconditional help, the personal little corner

I won't ever stop helping - maybe that was by design and I'm done with what I need to do

don't tell me to dream and then keep me awake

have no idea of what I'm made of anymore... the basics. The basics... all I see are fluffy cute clouds, it's not enough, that's not how it works. Even the moon is there every night! with the safety of its own presence and looped visibility - for her and me both.

left in tiny pieces that would be a simple puzzle to solve yet they have changed shapes and I'm everywhere

and nowhere

mostly nowhere (PSA - tears can be used as a shield for protection, to create a separation that resembles dissociation - where nowhere is and will always be)