Undreaming.

this: "i am lying on my bed with the window open, barefooted & barely dressed, listening to a piano coming from. somewhere? the cats here chatter at birds, insects, mouth sad, human songs to me while i comb out my wet hair. i lift the window screen, lean out, let moths in like small owls. i keep thinking about the leaving i am always doing, like a migration; a humming in the chest of what is natural.

i need to be held. i need to be told that it is okay to be tired & grieving like i am and that it is okay to need this; that everything will be okay. i cannot deal with this heart that breaks and breaks over every hard place. i want to walk this body that i do not know how to live in into the water, out in the swell; notice, see, how the gulls might fly up in their hysteria, and you would lose sight of me there. a low, pale moon, down, into the beds of boneless things that glow."

it's really strange but i remember reading this a long time ago, like, years ago and for some reason, it really stuck with me, i love it. did you write this yourself or is it from a book? asked by femmedelalune-deactivated201201