Sometimes you can’t express yourself through language,
but sometimes you can’t express yourself in any way but through the words you know best- to a friend who doesn’t understand those words at all.
And sometimes you love the place you’re in,
while also sometimes missing a land from the past so much that it feels like you’re a can of tuna and Absence herself is pulling the tab of your skin back.
And what then? Hot and cold, acquaintances not meant to cross paths, are touching palms,
and all I get is a tornado inside me.