there’s a brief pull in still moments that reveal
the perpetual pursuit and surrender

to hold space for contradictions

for sharpness as they do softness
for the ravenous as they do the gentle
for what sticks as they do what allows breathing

we never truly know what can grow out of things
something that bends and sways from the sticky
something that thirsts for blood from the sweetest
something that holds pieces together from where
it seems to not be meant to hold

Written by AB Coronel