A Story About Enough
Type 1: during the day, where your eyes go in and out of focus, your eyes take in their surroundings like a baby, curious, unassuming. Type 2: during the day, where your eyes betray your sadness, your anger, your lust, your fear, where your back tenses up in reaction to nothing. Type 3: during the day, when you get out of your car and realize you have no recollection of driving. Type 4: during the day, when your fingertip circles, circles, circles, circles the stain on your jeans, when you stare fascinated with the grass waving in the wind.
Type 5: at night, when your hair turns blonde and your skin turns white and your eyes massage the red skin of your eyelids searching for a letter from an old friend. Type 6: at night, when you forgot to put your radio on sleep and the music that played when you lost your first love soaks through your shirt. Type 7: at night, in warm water, weightless. Type 8: at night, your skin a pin-pricked sky, your happiness peeking through, burning like stars. Type 9: just after you wake, in between choice and fate, when you blink too quickly and too often hoping to catch the moment reality and dream co-exist.
