inside myself
rest is allowed and i can move like fog. learning to like the small fires that stay.
the bitch isn’t hungry now and rest is allowed
i can move like fog - or fracture - or stop.
some days i have language
some days i don’t want to be observed
i’m still allowed to be real.
but i keep finding little fires i thought i put out
and they’re not angry
just glowing - and i kinda like them?
and that makes me feel everything other than
i don’t need to resolve
i can evolve and not die
