I need to write, to leave every new sensation on the page…but each feeling is fleeting, like watching the steam of my breath dissipate on a cold morning.
You have awakened a piece of me (or maybe been the catalyst for this rebirth) that has long slumbered
Telling herself to rest, rest, hush
But I cannot, now
Rest or silence my spirit, calm my heart from crying out to yours and hoping that it’s heard
Loud enough to keep me awake, loud enough that I hoped you weren’t bothered by it
There and so bare