I thought I was invincible
and unattached
to the wants of the rest of the world.
So I played a few games
and broke a few hearts
to prove to myself I was ready for something else.
But rather I got caught on a hook
and am drowning in emotions up
to my neck with thoughts of new prospects.
the sound of my dad’s guitar playing his favorite chords the typing of my mom’s fingers going through family records the smell of the ceramics studio full of the kiln, dust and glaze the running home
it’s the little things they always say like how you listen more than you ever have before or how you stopped opening my car door like how you squeeze me tighter in our hugs or how you don’t answer me
I cant remember the last photo i took maybe it was a mountain maybe my niece maybe myself maybe you looking away no matter what it was it’s the last thing my lense has seen which means it means everyt