the home is empty, and it's good to be back. there's magic in the space between the feet and the ground, and the space between now and the evening, and even some of the sparkles for the world out there are back; it's all wavy for sure, but i am yet to figure out which part of the wave this is.

knees propped up between the window sides, feet on the ledge and the sun blasting just above them through the roofs, smoke washing over it all. the world is large these days, extending across the skies, and warm with a heat that sends faces into sweats, as they dance as mindlessly as bodies do. it's pretty, and it's never enough, as the vacuum tries to collapse it. i've spent some time remembering times; the times right now are too close, too real to deal with, and one pair of eyes is not enough to focus. every stop to look around is a re-confirmation of the confusion and the beauty of descriptions, as far removed from it all as can be

i went places this year; dubai & sharjah