honesty

I'm scared to sleep at night because everything is dust. It covers your fingers, no longer shaping or touching or living. My lungs are caked and cracking, my heart is breaking.
I hold onto a balloon and am lifted above this unmoving fog. I get high enough before my hand slips and I fall.


Crashes don't sound the same with hands held over the ears.
They still feel the same.


I'm digging deeper and deeper. I'd dig a hole through the goddamn world before scratching your name from my heart. You aren't suited for the ground, you aren't suited for death. You made me alive. The dusty air fills my lungs and fury fills my heart as I scream and scream and scream and scream and scream and there's not a thing I wouldn't do for you.
Please don't let go.