salty tears

salty tears
crept
down my cheeks
leaving the skin tight
parched.

I couldn't explain
or reason

those salty tears
had all of my focus
slipping slowly
daring me to wipe them away

I couldn't speak
nor did I want to

salty tears,
sometimes
they are enough

I could continue.

be

this is how it could be,
this is how it should be,
this is how I want it to be,
well, I'll just have to wait and see,
let it be,
let time continue serenely,
let it be,
truly,
sincerely,
me.

whose doorway

I was thinking, what would it be like to return home to someone else's house? I would know which steps creak on my way up the stairs, which switches belong to each light, the distance from wall to wall in the upstairs hallway, and the loudness of the shower late at night. Who would I be? How would I feel walking through the garage door or would there even be a garage door? There are so many enormous and minuscule discrepancies between my life and another's. I will never know someone the way they know themselves. Even if they don't know how well they know themselves, or at least the places where they walk, run, dance, jump, cry, angrily or joyfully live out every single day. There are specific people who come to my mind immediately. Whose faces fill with feeling and expression whenever I look at them, and yet, I will never look out of their eyes or find that their passions are exact copies of my own.

I don't know. I'm just thinking. Inside my head, outside my head. Yeah.