i feel terribly fractured, hairline cracks above deep faultlines, emotions flying up like startled birds. they circle and scream, angry at an intrusion i can't even see.

i keep finding tears nestled in the most unlikely places, in between footfalls and under newly clean sheets, full of the realization that if i died tomorrow, i wouldn't be happy with this life i've led. full of poetry and slow, sad songs, the sound of passing trains and the icy breath of wind.