their hands are only their hands. they are not trip wire
that can be set off by your tongue. or your actions.
or your mistakes.
their bodies are only their bodies. they do not disobey
their owners or forget to follow orders.
their decisions are only their decisions.
you did not make them do this.
Yaz Arreolaje citiralaprije 3 godine
in one breath like all these lowercase letters strung together as if they are the middle of a sentence and never the beginning i am a continuation of every beautiful accident that cultivated this universe this body has been gathered in pieces from every being that came before me this mind has been shaped by the rivers that my people traversed this air wandering in and out of my form has traveled an entire earth how can i not be overwhelmed by the way i am nothing more than a piece of everything
Yaz Arreolaje citiralaprije 3 godine
i know that i’m hardly here long enough to unravel the mess of it all. but this morning, i wake up as if life herself wants me because, maybe, it’s true. this is how i remember to want myself
Yaz Arreolaje citiralaprije 3 godine
we met at the edges of ourselves broken down, weather-worn minds and bodies clothed so deceptively in youth we met at the peripheries of ourselves pushed out of our own skins by all the demons that had settled comfortably in our wakeful hazy thoughts and yet somehow you and all your closeness me and all my questions we and all our tangled stories became a road map deciphered together where we learned the art of tracing our steps backward to find our way home
Yaz Arreolaje citiralaprije 3 godine
moonlight moves in waves through the darkened alleys beneath my chest illuminated by your love
Yaz Arreolaje citiralaprije 3 godine
i want to get better but i’m in the habit of scrubbing the walls clean only to redecorate identically. of running for so long i somehow end up where i started. of returning to all the places that hurt
Yaz Arreolaje citiralaprije 3 godine
i’ve tried boarding up the windows with deep breathing and changing all the locks on my thoughts but when anxiety moves into my body i am pushed out onto the street with nothing but a box of crushed courage and a few flimsy distractions to hold me over until she decides it is time to leave
Yaz Arreolaje citiralaprije 3 godine
think about it i am told to stop thinking so much and i wonder why it is that in order to survive in this world i must not use my mind