[of dreams and galaxies]

[Writing Ends]

I'm writing
/or maybe trying /
I'm crying
/ and the words are on the
tip of my tongue/
It's morning / and all the words
are leaving me/ again,
I'm thinking
/that maybe it's also like searching
for a home / finding it there one moment
and losing it the next,
like everything you once held close
to your heart / but now they are closing
onto it /suffocating /
  And I'm writing
  / but I can't remember any metaphors /
to express /to tell / to explain
the ache / the serenity / the suffocation
     [its like ending something without an end]