Miti

the way people thought we were one as we were growing up- like water and rock, as A puts it. You, solid. I, water. I ran over you, traversing where my heart drew me, getting caught up between narrow rocks, sprinting overgrowths and passing over sludge. You remained intact, waiting and always offering your concreteness to my roving soul.

make it rain

it's raining!!

and am absolutely in love with the sound of it.

words

words. i am filled with them. but am not good at stringing them together, even for the sake of myself.

bitter-sweet

some memories are like coffee

lemon meringue

spilled over the brim
of the afternoon
we tried to trap dreams
in

when you dropped it into the glass
the water turned pretty

You with a lilt

i have never forgotten
the lilt in your voice
when you told me
stories
warped
in tiny toes
that shrugged
to keep the syllables straight

Lazimpat squirmed
under the heat of the midday sun
and i imagined we had fallen in love

your voice wouldn't stop lilting 

sprite

i want to be
a little brave
today.

i want to open
my face up
to the skies
- make myself vulnerable
so
should you fall,
you can
slip and stumble,
but find a place
to cling to