Love and laughs
the way good people carry on
stories all long
because the plots
are uncertain
in my house
you build your story
put it on
my shelf
and i read myself
through you
we eat too
bellies heavy
with
all of those things
that you'd never thought youd consume
like chickpeas
and
chard
and
collards
and confidence
thats sits in you
digest, and youre refreshed
no room using
or side choosing
cause we dont
build walls
in my house
pillars of knowledge
stand strong in my house
letting in rain
because storms determine
if we
last long
in my house
so live on in our house
like it exist in a physical form
the clouds outside my window
remind me of the skies
in the whites of your eyes
because these homes exist in us
far more than they can be built around us
so live on
and live strong
and look outside your window
and eat
belly full
eyes wide
mouth laughing
in the warmth of our homes
My last post was about coming and going. Navigating the spaces I want to go into now, is a whole different story. Learning about what feels good to me was one thing, and finding it is an entirely separate challenge. Feelings of inadequacy from not fitting into a space right away are real right now. There is a lot of "no thats not it" ,"maybe", and " definitely want more of that" building in my mind. I know what I want to feel . I know the space that exist in the fantasy of my future self . I know what that feels like and sounds like . I can almost taste it , it's so damn close. Im new and growing so this space comes with time and testing out tricky situations. Im also new so the tools Im using to build this house are constructing spaces I haven't seen in my mind, but rather spaces I can feel in my heart. Letting my feelings navigate what my eyes can't see.