a breath

i need a moment to breathe. to figure things out. i don't know what i'm doing. this is what it feels like to be lost. this is what it feels like to lose. i'm going to just let things come to me. the power of attraction.

a dollar cut in half is a laugh. its paper, a gum wrapper. i will believe in the power of optimism. of dreams. of making nothing into something. of illusion. that everyone says they're alright because they want to be and they don't even know what it means to be just alright.

i want to believe in the tea bag soaking, the panting dog, aching arch of sex, in good morning goodbyes, the first day of nothing matters much but it all signifies unfathomable.

save it for your recess. the recesses of your memories that give in to it all. give it in the cartoon lunch box, the note, the sweet, honeyed note, beneath the warm thermos.

it's alive, even now. it didn't happen for me. but i feel it coming in the clouds. you are my next plight.
it never meant much but it said Everything.