13 March, 2016
What if I want the sun but also the moon? What if I feel alive at night but also at noon?
“I need to be fixed,” I say; “I am broken,” I say.
“Fix me,” I say.
Take the stars, shove them down my throat – put life into me. Take me in your arms and breathe into me, with me.
With your being, give me life.
“Hello,” I say; “You alright?” I say.
“You alright?” they say.
Empty words, empty questions. Steps – “tap, tap, tap” before I even hear the reply… I look at the map. No destinations, no nothing. Lines, letters, colours and ink and postcards and palm trees. Doorways and windows and foreign cheese.
“Hello,” they say; “Goodbye,” I say.