there is a strange kind of falling into place,
and although I do not trust fully, I am
getting there.
It's a good strange
it's dejavuinlove
strange.
And the more I look at it,
the more normal it becomes.
And the more normal I realize it is
the more I notice I should have felt
like this
a long
time
ago.
YOU ARE READING
complacent
Poesiaquieter achieved poems from the girl who thinks of stars and angels
