thirteen and still not expired.
in a field of Cassiope, i am swollen with various inclinations.
i want to stay, i want to run and i want to hit something.
hard.
i have acquired an immunity to certain beautiful things,
but heather, heather i could stare at for decades.
perhaps its because of the fact that it is a timeless beauty;
kind of like an oasis.
kind of like you.
you,
an oasis,
timeless.
with a child’s innocence, i will always love you;
but there is a limit to innocence.
life does not always allow for naivety.
and so, i detach.
for how long, i am not sure.
(it never lasts longer than a cigarette, really.
but for now, i detach.)
i disassemble.
i retreat.
i surrender.
slightly.
solace comes swiftly.
and still, slightly.
and you, my oasis,
are unsteady and timeless.
i urge you to find peace from a distance that cant be measured.
i am far too far away now, not by choice.
but i urge you to find peace,
direction, and your timelessness once again.
with innocence and all the naivety of a child.
