Gathering thoughts…
A world of little thoughts.
Tagged yearning × Clear
i zoned out at the table again and for a while you didn’t say anything but then like a gentle tug, realigning my orbit when the disassociation dissipates, you anchor; “are you alright?” and it echoes then and now, in my own head, like a muffled drum “are you alright?”
and we are standing there match in each hand in a room full of petrol pretending not to notice the air shimmering in a quiet resonance something we’ve seen before fairy-tale tangled in ‘what ifs’ scared of bruising whilst knowing exactly one wrong move and the place is ashes and dust
