the need to create.
the need to sit flustered while indenting more space.
because even when words sit in your broken vases,
you’ll never not have your own built-in safe spaces.
the need to consistently be teaching and seeing.
the need to gravitate towards a graduated version of your very being.
the version of you that you sit overseeing.
one that wants nothing more than for you to believe them.
the need to move on.
the need to sit with yourself and to locate what’s wrong.
perhaps not as easy as said all along,
but a process not speaking of failure once done.
the need to recognize.
to recognize yourself in another’s very eyes.
the figure of one so dejected and blind.
one surviving off other ones’ strictly fed lies.
that one will say “hey, that creation inspires mine.”
