Cranes in The Sky

I filled my days with noise,

spinning in endless loops,

chasing distractions until I became dizzy,

until the world blurred like a dream.

I gave my body to moments,

wrapped myself in futile escapes,

devoured words to feel full

but never fed the vacant space.

I let love slip from my hands,

hoping solitude might help me recover.

I pressed pen to paper,

spilled my soul in ink and sometimes tears,

tried to pour the ache into something real,

but it only lingered;

soft and heavy,

a weight I couldn’t name

naya. w