soft light

i was going to paint but this happened instead

since the meds kicked in,
i lack less, i think.
i've found an appreciation
dug up in the front yard
by a half blind dog
an appreciation
for the living

and the

quiet

small moments.

before, i cared, but

those eras were

intermittent 

      seconds

        cut scenes

  caught between 

    the intensity i've since

            given away.

but 
moments

of being
in love
with
wheat
grass bet
ween
high
ways

and

last bit

of clouds

eating sun

in the rearview:

or sweet talking

your eyes at midnight
to hear your voice

smiling in

the smoke

separating our

houses:

cats in the

woods behind

my car, yowling

at the full

moon,

the silence

and warmth

of sleep. 

i exist alongside

unfamiliar calm

a small breath

but a longer pause -

no more perfect

than dollar store

cellophane

but the world

is almost

softer

and my

skin is

held to

gether

with

some

thing

more

than

glue. 

(the formatting in this is so messed up but i can't seem to fix it on wattpad, i'll post a link to my hellopoetry in the comments!!)