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Love Spells

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I thought about what it means to belong last night.

I’m not sure what keeps us going
other than love.
And even that comes and goes.
So what are we holding on to?

Not just the kind of love between two people,
but the romance of everyday things:
Waking up in a room you made your own.
Cooking breakfast with your hands.
Playing your favorite playlist just loud enough
to drown out the quiet.
That morning drive you take
because it’s the only thing that makes sense sometimes.

You can belong anywhere you feel love.
And when you don’t feel love,
you don’t feel like you belong.
Right?
But what happens when the love you need
has to come from yourself
and it doesn’t?

It comes and goes.

And I don’t know.
I just know I don’t want to find out what life feels like
without any of it.
So I look for it in everything.

The boots I wear.
The shirt on my back.
The food I swallow.
I ask myself what kept me alive
when I had nowhere to go,
when I had no roof over my head.
And still somehow I found it.

A flicker of something that felt like care.
Enough to keep going.
So I’m still here.
I still exist
until I don’t.
And maybe I’ll come and go
like love does.
But for now, I’m here.

Mgmt: will@crazyfeeling.com

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