i feel as if i have been looking for myself
for quite a long time now, the spaces between
my memory and my dreams growing wider
and wider with each breath i take.

i’ve discovered that the nights only get longer
when you can’t stop wondering what it would
feel like to finally know which direction you’re
heading.

i lay awake and count the breaths it takes for
my eyes to slip close, for my heartbeat to stop
pounding away at the thought of freedom.

it’s almost funny: i have so much yet i still
understand so little, and i imagine that one day
i’ll be able to cross the line between passion
and action and really, really

do something.

(maybe then i’ll be able to fall asleep.)