IsabellaMichel

Always a dreamer, never a dream You took flight in the morning, never to be seen Again. Never moving the boxes that you left on the lawn. Drinking, disappointing, disillusioned, then gone. It never occurred to me // to ask // What kinds of things do you like to do // when you’re // drunk. This many years in // Now // I know. Fantasize a lifeline, quick strike, spirit-hike, up the walls of my cellular apparati. I have not been in-body for a while. Surrendering to sleeplessness and ratraces Just to avoid coming home, don’t you know, dear. She lives on the porch with her spindrift cans. I hid my thoughts down deep in my soul. [When. blood. Runs. cold.] I didn’t want this. Did you? No. #NoFilter It’s not that I meant what I said. It’s that I didn’t know how to say it any other way. Moments were lost threads of time, and space. When grace Falls - crackle-pop - a scattering - a smattering - of words....ends things “It’s a disease” I know “So we should be Considerate At all

Always a dreamer, never a dream You took flight in the morning, never to be seen Again. Never moving the boxes that you left on the lawn. Drinking, disappointing, disillusioned, then gone. It never occurred to me // to ask // What kinds of things do you like to do // when you’re // drunk. This many years in // Now // I know. Fantasize a lifeline, quick strike, spirit-hike, up the walls of my cellular apparati. I have not been in-body for a while. Surrendering to sleeplessness and ratraces Just to avoid coming home, don’t you know, dear. She lives on the porch with her spindrift cans. I hid my thoughts down deep in my soul. [When. blood. Runs. cold.] I didn’t want this. Did you? No. #NoFilter It’s not that I meant what I said. It’s that I didn’t know how to say it any other way. Moments were lost threads of time, and space. When grace Falls - crackle-pop - a scattering - a smattering - of words....ends things “It’s a disease” I know “So we should be Considerate At all