allegraosati | allegra osati

poem sixty seven.

shoving syllables into a sieve of simplicity satisfying something somewhere for someone

music creates a space in me i go in secret she who creates music changes everything

unimaginable positivity a silent eruption impossible noise everything is going to be okay

hesitating to speak my fear perfect within perfect without today i cry for a new reason

my heart at a stalemate with my mind in disagreement with my feet unsure where to turn