11:51 pm . tightrope
the music
has long ended,
she's still poised
under the tungsten,
waiting to be found.

university is just an endless stream of coffee & anti-socialism & reluctant participation. i was so exhausted last night that i slept twelve hours & consequently missed my computer tutorial. strike one; two marks deducted.

i could be happy,
delighted, sublime,
if i let myself.

light exposes all
the shadow & i think
you might be hiding there.
for you are always hiding,
always elusive, or maybe
that was me?

there is an eeriness to the room. the insistent hum of the computer, the glow of the clock, leaves rustling over my window, sirens, traffic that seems like an ocean.

my fingers flick
away the dust that
lingers in my eyes.
i'm dreaming of
a revolution,
one where i
can stop.
...
catch my breath, &
fall through the ground.

((i long after my face on your floor))

nostalgia . uncertainty