Hummingbirds

It just didn’t make sense. Not yet at least.
Questions buzzed his skull like hummingbirds on a vengeful tear, and he had not the answers with which to sate them.
Perhaps if he drank enough, they would come. Perhaps if he sat at the bar long enough, the world would simply move on. Perhaps, he thought and laughed to himself, if frogs didn’t have wings or whatever they used to say. Fuck.

BSB

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this falling in love

too good to be true
it’s finally happened
my days of loneliness
coming to an end
signs point positive
tell me to proceed
every blink and flinch
strengthens connection
thoughts become expectation
with it comes doubt
silence my mind
my falling begins
the spiral leads to love
real, now, I cannot stop
this falling in love