If only the words came as easily as the feelings, if only the thoughts pored from the mouth as rapidly as they came.
If they did, I think that I would be somewhere different-
some place far from here with you.
Someone told me about this idea of being “put together.”
And the more I think of these past months of held breath, the more aware I become of my unconscious suffocation.
So finally, let me inhale…
and admit that I am all together undone.
So why am I so happy?
Maybe it’s because I am finally alive.