May 12th, 2019
(not really sure what this is about)
You may be the least deserving.
Yet for you only do I hold my breath.
You have given little; proven nothing.
Yet my mind finds its way to a well of thoughts of you. A well that never dries; filled by silent streams of empty promises and lost thoughts and fleeting moments of eye contact and a silent comfort that reminds me of home more than anything I have ever known.
A lunatic’s pursuit of a thing that does not exist.
A fearful determination to guard what is real against being marred by this, the jagged, imperfect world.
The world that has taken so much; that has burned my fingers; that has grown the cherries we ate at sunset; that has let me be near you.
Please let me be near you.
Kulani Sol 