how are you? 

how’s your heart? does the weather still bring back nostalgia, only you can trace back to memories so personalized they have become an entity of their own. how’s your conscience? does it sleep soundly at night or keep you up in the uncharted shadows of false beliefs. how’s your mind? is is well rested? are you well rested? did you sleep well? or did you stay up home sick for a home outside of a house,do u still try to find it by escaping into ur books and paintings , in the shape of your heart? how’s your appetite? do you still feel full with laughter or starve with silent words inside your mouth? how’s your shadow? does it haunt you? define you? unrecognize you? is your only confidant? your only friend? how’s your hope? does it still lay oblivious in the cradle of innocence? has it been kidnapped? can you recognize the abusers face? can you blame them for this pain? can you describe it? make a sketch of it? turn it to something beautiful, poetry or maybe art?describe it’s aura? the way it walked? glazed on the wooden floor? till it slipped and tripped over the broken glass? how’s the window that looks out your bedroom? is it still an escape? or is under the table the only safe space?does it stay silent to secrets? does it nurture you? does it let the sunlight it? how’s this june? is it as sweet as i once remembered it? is it tarnished with passing moments? how’s the hue of evenings? are they still red with carefree wander that sparkled in your eyes? have they stolen those diamonds too? how’s your rhyme? do you still write poetry that doesn’t fit all the spaces in between your teeth?does it still feel awkward feeling too much, too intensely? do you still feel like ? do you still care for their wounds like your own? are you tired? do you ever get tired? is it ever too much? do you still wake up and think of one reason to not end it all ? or not anymore?

how are you.