Jul 21
we light candles for strangers
mourn wars we’ll never see
and scroll past the quiet collapse in the room beside us
the ache that doesn’t scream becomes wallpaper
the tears that fall too often become weather
but god, isn’t it strange how we cradle the pain of the world like a fragile bird, while stepping over the broken wing at our doorstep?
mourn wars we’ll never see
and scroll past the quiet collapse in the room beside us
the ache that doesn’t scream becomes wallpaper
the tears that fall too often become weather
but god, isn’t it strange how we cradle the pain of the world like a fragile bird, while stepping over the broken wing at our doorstep?
maybe it’s easier to grieve what we cannot touch
what cannot ask us to stay
what cannot ask us to stay
