as i move through

I've fallen for people in places. I've fallen for places with people. I've also been abandoned - by people, places and promises. x x x Often, I find myself watching over flickering lights at abandoned places. Lights - waiting, just to be put out... by the ones who left them. At times, I also tend to people who've been left behind. Left behind with flowers - waiting, just to be withered. x x x Sometimes, I wish I had a map to plot people and places. To plot them right back together... Just so that they stopped waiting and weathering.

A tungsten-lit square room that barely fits a bed and a table, and yet holds a lifetime worth of dreams. Little purple flowers bloom right outside the door. I watched the lights go out right before the crack of dawn. It was quiet. I lay awake holding on to my cup of tea - that runs colder than water. ~ x I wish I could sing to you, a song of self-love and bravery, like it's my favorite tale of all times. I wish I could send you a string of letters, each signed with quotes I have saved on my Pinterest boards. I wish I could show you the threads I have bookmarked on Twitter, each a momento of days for when I felt a little more alive. I wish I could I ask you to come in and see my plants, pet them a little and ask me about tea. I wish I could walk with you into the city and listen to your stories. The box you live in doesn't feel like home, you say. You have had a life before this, I'm sure.  I wish I could let our fingers brush as the night fell, I...