you woke something inside of me; something slumbering beneath a cloak of my own insecurities and doubts. such trivial sights were once mundane and pedestrian but now, now i take pause and contemplate everything around me. stories can be woven in every being, every element, every damning breeze: you have corrupted me. you opened my mind to possibilities. days are no longer humdrum but one left turn to an adventure. you changed me, down to the bone, the marrow, the tissue, the genetic nest of me and you-but now you have left me, stranded without your healing gaze. but maybe, it was almost meant to be that way…
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 