Hallow

They yell from the street, expectant faces full of candy and paints, everything is a dream when you're five. You waste away the days mired in guilt, but there's always a Monday, always a chance at a clean slate. A new month begins, a dark month full of endings but you always found the word in that darkness, always sparked by its stillness. After a month of scrambles, you vow to do better, vow to build space for the beating inside your chest, it is November now, it is years and years into the jungle and you are still making your way through it, if you could

make it this far
you can make it through

All the rest.