I.

Pieces of me

are stitched together

by broken threads.

II.

This place is suffocation.

If I'm not meant to breathe I'd rather do it among the planets,

playing connect-a-dot with the stars.

III.

No city feels like home anymore.

Solemn moments anchor me to earth;

I thread joy from the glimpse of dawn on the way to school and

for a second, I'm alive.

Until I'm clawing at the air for something more,

like trying to grab atoms.

2014

📍 miami