C O N V E R G E

Sometimes, all I want to do is be reminded why I love this place.
Moments that even if framed in a photo, could have weight for its own.
It’s not that I don’t already love the roads I travel my bike on,
Or the lights that lead me home,
It’s just sometimes, this fire in my belly gets encumbered by life.

Something about pale complexions, like white space.
Like, clean air. It seems even to dampen the loudest of sounds.
Dampen the loudest of screams or the pounding of the largest heart.

I do my best to be realistic,
but sometimes, you just have to say “fuck it.”