Sometimes I wonder how people see me
and if I look anything like how I feel I do
Do they see the speck of anxiety that’s been forming and growing inside of my body since I was an infant? Maybe it’s just me.
Sometimes I just want to lay back down on the pavement after a long day of swimming through the algae, waving at the cicadas kissing the foreheads of passing by moths and just listen to the sizzling of the hot stones underneath my ears
Does the sun know how many times I stared at her even when people told me not to? I just wanted to challenge myself, to see how long I could give into her radiance even if it meant that I’d lose some sense of sight.