said / unsaid

I have a friend who whispers when she swears
Like by saying the words softer you can cancel out part of the meaning
Or take away some of its severity.
My father is not a man of many words
For so much of my life, “I love you” was said in action, implied in the way he’d kiss my forehead as I was falling asleep.
Sometimes I wonder if by not saying things you can cancel out their severity
Like how much everybody needs to be loved
And the inherent humanity of that sentiment
And the silence in which we all live it out.

Time and beginnings//Home

I believe there is something magical
About those first moments of everything
Something created from nothing
And I can't explain it
But something inside me knows
Or hopes
That these echoes of those first feelings
The ones that set particle beside particle
And the universes into motion
Will one day again draw me
Closer to the person I am meant to be

I press the walk buttons three times
Tell a joke twice
Get passwords wrong four
Segment my life into numbered lines
And draw their contours over my skin
With words and with people
Spiralling inwards and outwards
In the ratio of 2.618
I believe that one day, my words will move mountains
Hit people square in the face and remind them

Of home
Of cardamom and cloves
And the feeling that no matter what you're feeling
You are not alone
And it's okay to be weak sometimes
Because deep down within us all
Are those first moments
Something that none of us can escape
That inexplicable magic of beginnings
And the millennia that it has taken for us to get here
And that we are truly the people we are meant to be