MSsweetheart's blog

i'm afraid
for if i get too entangled in
my heart's desire
my obsession
my love
my purpose
will not return the favor of
my loneliness
the sleepless nights
the meaningless days
will not confess their impurity
of being

i'm afraid
for if my songless bird doesn't
notice the open window sill
then it will close off all possible dwellings

i'm afraid
for if i'm too cautious or not enough
the purpose will disappear
pulling all with it