623 Untitled (J)

Away and misplaced.

In another state where the sun bakes my pale skin as fast as a microwave.

Still can’t tell if I really am awake.

This, I must embrace, because this is escape.

Desert roads drive me to dusk.

The tracks we saved play, not enough to clear all the mental haze, but just enough to help me get through this day.

And the next day, and the next day.

Comfort doesn’t come in a couple hours.

I hate to wait, it always comes so late.

The thoughts in my mind pace.

Is it too late to close the gate?

How long has it been open? I knew I should have waited.

The more that you let in, the more that know your face.

It really should be closed, watching through the bars.

But if that is the case, am I imprisoning myself?

***

When everything is new, you latch on to the old.

When everything is hot, you really miss the cold.

But if you’re like me, it’s hardest to be bold.

So I’ll just wait, and stay until I’m sold.