Waiting for my words to catch like I’m trying to strike a match that’s soaking wet

Upcoming post inspired by these photographs shot by my sister.

Now tell me where they keep the rain

Distract me from the thoughts running through my head. They prick me like needles, leaving half-moons pressed into my blushing palms. Drag my mind through fields of wildflowers, let me feel the warmth of the sunbeams on my face. Remind me of how good it feels to be alive.

Your little arrows of desire, I want to trace them to the source and the wire

Maybe I’ll believe these things, even just for a flicker of a moment, just because you believed them too.