oftentimes
2024

oftentimes I think about the middleground
the air between the earth
and the skies
scented, sometimes,
by the warmth of humankind
always enveloped
by a touch that so resembles the comfort of taut skin
I’d like to be

here

amidst the dents and cracks and
unresolved sentiments
where the lightness of air flickers with every changing emotion
where growth holds unclear yet may just as well arrive tomorrow
my inevitable indecision tainted by the glow of the sun

oftentimes I’d like to stay

here.