Here I go again, words lying on the tip of my tongue.
Stomach clenches. I knew this decision could never been made right.
Loving this fight against my own breath.
No one slips a thing, nothing’s let lose.
Plug the loop back in and listen to the same ramble.
Pull the sheet up to my neck. It’s 1 a.m. and I’ll bury it for good.
I couldn’t wait to live
in the unknown.
© Jidapa Chang-in