Dreams of tornadoes and lightning and old friends and water everywhere
the air is filled with moisture, as it has been for days, and sticks to my skin
everything I touch in this house is damp, everything under my fingers or toes
I don't think about you until I can't stop myself anymore.
You know we all want to let go. You know I wish I'd been that for you, that fearless, part of you there, part of you somewhere, a place where you'll never let me go.
I want these pieces of myself to disintegrate and cease
I want me to be less, to feel less, more bones and less skin.
Dreams of it never being me, always everyone else. I am just a bystander.
Dreams of me sinking.
