it’s messy
and chaotic
and things you think should happen
don’t always happen
and things you think you could never happen
sometimes timing is off,
sometimes you just miss it—
but if it wasn’t so hard
it would mean so much
when something
finally feels right


sometimes in our human form

we can still be ghosts—

we use our skin

to distract from the pain—

every smile—

all our surface beauty

just a mask

for something deeper

that hides