We are defined by the absence of definition;

the space uninhabited and unclaimed

leftover ingredients

expired and expected- to make a meal

We do not get to enjoy.

appeased with Leftover leftovers

and We are hungry.

just a piece

you thought you’d take

it seems to me

you made a mistake

you need the whole recipe

to bake a cake

i have been swimming

in shallow puddles;

cold and unforgiving.

i now swim an endless sea;

submerged and buried-

a different density.

the ocean is teaching me;

how love should be.

i went where the wind

took me.

a place of warmth and security

my hope.

the breeze swept in-

blew me away.

the wind is who i am today

the wind is love, the wind is you.

shaken up, the surroundings will change

around me i see unfamiliar things

my feet are unmoving

a statue unchanged

this snowglobe is home

but it can't stay the same

its a false sense of security.

its a warm, soft blanket so inviting

that you don't feel yourself suffocating under its weight

until you can't move your arms.

its the guilty pleasure of escaping the reality

it has made you dread coming home to.

its that old pair of glasses that distort your vision,

but you can't seem to take them off.

its the sad song you know makes you cry

but you just want something to feel.

its the empty feeling you get when you realize-

you've skipped four meals. you haven't left bed.

its feeling everything and nothing, all at once.

its numb.

-CH

i was a flower

plucked by none other than

myself.

i stopped picking and

let my petals grow.

i am new again.

she loved the sun

until she met the snow

when she saw the rain 

she let them both go

the seasons were changing 

yet she waited for one 

but she never forgot 

how she first loved the sun.