"Years ago,
it's just the moon, stars, and rain that sit with me in between my thoughts of you.
It's just about when talking to you again would be something like I could plant myself outside your place, join you on a game, or ask you to go anywhere in the world.
But today,
It's just about feeling irrational envy of my thoughts.
Where I just hope there's a day in a week when I can just sit around and indulge my every thought of you.
When you just live from the corner of my phone, occupies a little in the world— but a thought of a man I bring to bed.
It's just about you, that I forget everything I need throughout the day, that I might forget the world still works, and I hate how you're becoming my angular momentum.
And today,
It's just about riding a train going home and wishing you good night upon passing your street.
It's just about slipping everything into the beauty of nowhere.
This time,
It's just about swearing I'll love you right with unsure words in between the tip of my fingers."
—Jhunamae Moja(smnllyl, thoughts)
JD: 09.20.23
