your voice shivers when you say words you’re uncertain of–
certain that only in empty caves in other’s heads they reach
you stop the gears in your head,
in a state of false peace
“Ah, finally I can be understood,
this is it!”


to everything we are not

I realise that I remain just what I am.

SMALL– small enough to fit into myself.
HUGE– huge enough to contain me.

hushed voice of a folded leaf

I remember this.
I have been this.
I could count– feel every single connection that made up everything that made up everything
then it became too much,
couldn’t breathe,
I choked.
So I switched.
Survival instinct;
Everything that was– was replaced by everything I knew… know.