it was enough
the time
and the way it trickled like beads of sweat
down my skin
as I left every place I’d ever been,
swearing I’d be back again
but I never did
I never did go back.
I always just kind of lost track
of where I’d meant to be
before the next thought
the next city
the next walk
the next promise
of something
ever
so much better called to me.

but life doesn’t work that way
forever
and time trickles
down our skin
like beads of sweat
as we run
from everything
and so easily forget
just how much we meant
to go back again.

and somewhere inside
we know
eventually it all has to stop
it all has to end
and one day we’ll have to stand still long enough
to remember who we are
who we’ve been
we can’t run forever
and never
stop.
one day we have to stand still
long enough
to know ourselves

long enough
to maybe stay
even
and love somebody else.

Charity

It was as if somehow in that one moment I was
utterly enchanted and at peace with the extent of my darkness
hiding from faces
hiding from talk
hiding in places
no one dared walk.

There's this line between being trapped within a daily routine
and doing something daring and slightly life threatening
that reminded me
for a moment
 I wanted to be
 alive.

And that moment, that line
that place I walked
reminded me
that I ought not give up

it was

the fear of losing my life
that gave me my life.

Is that so wrong to say now looking back?

Charity

Each time the darkness comes
I love it a little more deeply
And I fear it slightly less.

Charity