the percieved solitude of the broken tree
i used to fill my life with extreme waves of the high and the low
i used to climb the ladder of the high, with each step taking away a tiny cut of joy out of the everyday happiness
and then inevitably the fall would come and my bones would lie in a pit of despair
i took these steps out of solitude
forever believing i could not connect to another soul
i imagined my skeleton
slowly strolling through a crowd of people
my tears filling rooms
the glances of people as they looked away from my devastated face
but as i tasted life
with all its bitter and overly sweet underones
i started to crave calmness
and the stillness of a cup of tea
with the gentle stroke of the vapour caressing the room
now i stand still
in my castle of softness built from calamity
i smile at the curve aki’s tongue makes when he yawns
the music of the silent breakfast i experience alone fills my heart
