a slow inhale.

a soft knock before the egg cracks.


some things ahead might bruise.

might stir old names in the back of your mind


ones you forgot were buried.


you’re allowed to set this down.

to cry.

to come back later.


- or -


to not come back at all.


i won’t chase you.


but if you stay

stay with breath.


this is not a book. 

it's a feeling. 


you won't find tidy endings here.

no heroes or villains

no perfect prose or grammar


a line between what was

and what could be.


an opportunity to grow wings.