I tuck the miles run under my pillow
Where I stash the other seasonal attempts
The deep breaths, the lavender scents
All the stories I invented in the dark
Before reality fought for screentime
The battles of untruths at midnight
I search for the days
Where the white flags will raise
And I am not the child
At the bottom of the stairs
Who won’t go the fuck to sleep
With Love,
Natalie