coffee dinner

all your life you've never seen a darkness like what's in front of you.
she is the sound and she is the feel
like a moth to the light, a solitary night
taking back, taken by the stars.

i find myself with developed refined allergies
awkward explanations and forced topics
a stranger to any and every group
but that familiar face you've seen before

am i trying? is it effort?
does it take effort to not try?

is it weed?
is it me?
is it the sea?

i can't see any path but more like tracks
its all the same
the spacing between the steps
camila...