i want to be found now,

now that i'm twenty-three

i feel like starting a new poem today. i feel like seeing my best friend and eating a donut. the weather has been quite unforgiving lately, like mushroom spores taking mold on tree bark. i want to write someone i love letters, but my words rest between two infinite parallel lines. i grew up in a lonely village. none of my neighbors were friends. i want to be found now, now that i'm twenty-three. i no longer want people to come and go as momentary anchors. i no longer want them leaving when tides shift. i crave for longevity and childhood promise, doorways to treasured cities. i crave for a warm hand and a cup of hot chocolate as i profess secrets tied to rocks on riverbeds. the rain will spatter away until it is drained empty in the clouds. today i wish that life treats you kindly. today i wish you good things and a little bravery. morning awaits around the corner.