I still lay on my bed at night and listen to music

I still lay on my bed at night and listen to music

like I’m about to slip in love with something new.

So what exactly is it when a dream becomes an echo—when it loses its song?

I rely on a chorus

in my chest to enunciate only when I’m asleep.

And I wake up to track and spot all the ways these small, recurring movements in my day are right,

that they’ll turn into something,

that if I keep it up— life couldn’t leave a question unanswered.

There are few things that are both infinite and absent at the same time. It’ll make you feel the way you lose your breath, when you look past the night sky.

— Christine Deakers