when i am with you i am young.  dependent.  not a child, just vulnerable.  seeking your eyes.  feeling them as i stand over the kitchen sink, singing to myself and breathing in the morning sun.  i don’t know tomorrow from yesterday, i just know that i’m quiet.  wishing for a semblance of security, family, closeness, affection.  i don’t care anymore about those little things – be my home and give me love.  whoever that face is, let it be okay that i am many facets of the same stone, love that you can’t pin me down completely but that when you want me, you only want me.  in my mind i am spinning, waiting to be stopped.  i sit in the sun and my feet are tired, my eyes are heavy.  i walk blindly into the new week.


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