Sometimes I feel so safe and then in the next moment, so incredibly lost. Safety seems to have become a reoccuring theme in here.

It makes sense to me:

Dancing around in the dark.

In the middle of the street.

No cars.

No lights.

Hundreds of tiny stars.

Lonesome road.

Scuffing tarmac.

Your feet.

For a second

you looked so young.

In an instant

you were so old.

In that moment

I was so young.

Younger than everything.

Younger than a newborn.

My eyes opened

to the world.

Then I became

so old.

Older than the sky.

Older than the earth

Scuffed beneath my feet.

Cracked leaves

kissing the pavement

with chapped stems.

A gnawing hole

eating away my mind.

That made me feel

so alone.

Yet so alive.