where it all went

im living in the space between walls

pressed between the drywall and the insulation

like a flower in a journal page

it keeps me still

it keeps me pretty

in the silence i can remember all the things ive never done

in the stillness i can feel my hands create what they never have

to want for more

to blink the metronome over and over again

to wonder where it all went

im living in the cracks in the sidewalk

next to a weed that smells nice but has nasty vines

i eat dirt when im bored

i wiggle through the earth like a worm

i have big ideas but

my hands dont exist

in the sunlight i dry up and sigh and sparkle

in the passing shade i close my eyes and sleep

never wanting more

never passing the time but always feeling time pass

never knowing where it all went

i want for more,

somehow