Nonsense

if you ask, i can get you close to happiness, close enough for your knuckles to touch the door. it only sounds like arrogance but it’s not.

on the other side of that door is the other you waiting to unfold a letter you’d written to yourself decades before but left behind in a phase of publication fear.

before we take that ride i ask you to take a seat cause it’s important to express the torment no one is talking about. i remind you that i’m a stranger and have no skin in the game cause from that perspective there’s no room for judgment.

you start talking about dreams then stop cause your mind is telling you it’s a fantasy while your heart shoulders the blame of reality. you ain’t gotta say anything else. i love you too, love you like i love indigo’s saltwater ritual.

i wore heat on my hands that day, the kind of heat you’d remember when the other you started tearfully reciting how all the suffering was gonna give you extra wings.

i knew how cold the sky would be, but only at first.