like I’m the moment you wouldn’t dare to forget
don’t capture me
like I’m something you can keep framed on your wall
feel me burn your lungs
like I’m the only thing you’ll ever taste
Here’s another pile of words, while Mrs Reckless is off to collect her thoughts and do some spontaneous adventuring in her favourite place on earth. I’ve been coming here for years, but discovered this spot only yesterday.
I’m wondering, do we still know how to lose ourselves in the moment and truly live it? Or is it some ancient skill, no longer accessible to us?
I hope I can lose myself this week.