basic space

basic space,
between bodies,
open air and cold
nothings.
To blink,
is to recapture the involuntary.


it hurts being whole,
cradling you solely with words,
laughs glimmering through wires,
stinging embraces of filled voids.


basic space,
unsheltered by vacancy.
senses weigh down seconds,
the better drowning in the
simple,
the safe.


being warm I miss,
the melody of being sweet,
the scarcity of these moments,
I'm on my tippy toes,
eyes landing in pale.
terribly eager to love in a


not
so basic
space




feel blue think green shine yellow
adventure queen