Human as Architecture

There was a place inside my chest
where I was keeping nostalgia
for memories that never happened to me.
When the sadness of it hit me,
I bit off more than I could chew,
and I swallowed,
Hoping it would fill that space

There was a room inside my body
where it didn't hurt so much to feel.
I tried to stay there until the walls started talking
They said, "you are taking the easy way out"

I sometimes wonder
if I'll ever stop feeling like
I'm still growing into my own body
If my past will ever become linear
And if that would make it feel more real

I keep the lens on my memories soft,
so they don't swallow me
I keep my heart soft,
so it doesn't eat me alive
I'm building architecture within myself,
Walls that breathe my own name