immaturecouture:

October 14, 2023, 1:54am

I’m brushing my hair in the mirror,
and I recall the way your fingers felt running through it. 
The way your hands felt holding mine, 
holding my face,
squeezing my throat. 
Looking in to your eyes while everything begins to go quiet.

 I’m brushing my hair in the mirror, 
my skin still tingles from the shock of your open hand, 
I’m in your shirt and it smells just like you.
I can hear my sisters voices in the other room, their laughter is sweet,
still buzzing from your presence like me.

I’m brushing my hair in the mirror,
and for the first time I’m not looking at a stranger. 
I’m present, calm in my awareness,
and no longer lost. 

Small moments

First they find me, then I find them.

Although this one could never really be lost… we’d just follow the trail of moisture to track her down.