air·y

/ˈerē

Gentle, slow, pronunciation, I hear you

Tucked away to not make your light shine

Timid, one would say,

The approach to life

Subtle but present 

Not making your presence known as to not disturb a ghost

Dinner, 6pm on New Year’s Day

It was lighthearted, that we danced around the topic

You were brought up and we merely acknowledged your existence

Your presence lingered like a ghost

After all, we all met because of you - our common thread

We alluded the topic of knowing, but too timid to find out what laid beneath the surface

The unknown swarmed us and made jesters of us 

But we played it like an accordion

Just the right tempo to keep it going but not stopping unless instructed by another

Doctor’s Office

There’s moments of uncertainty where you don’t know where to go or where to begin (based on how your projection is)

You feel trapped and you’re waiting 

Waiting seems to be such a pain when that’s all you can do 

Your hands feel tied

Your tears run dry 

You’re running out of words to express this feeling and how nothing can compare to it

You curse your body for acting the way it does 

You blame your genetics but it also gave you this body so can you really blame your genes? 

You curse at a god that this isn’t supposed to happen to you

What made you think you were so special? 

If god can only hear all the tears you’ve shed waiting for a prayer that may never be answered 

He would think your eyes were made of a vast lake, not easily moved by the torment but surrendering to the regulation of life