Make it make sense.
Blankets as sheets
Basements as comfort
Boxes of future life plans
Kept in stacks
Keep the c̶a̶s̶t̶l̶e̶ fortress walls—

Growing.
Leave her be.
It too.
That as well.
The darkness
Closed doors
Backwards habits—

Growing.
Attempts at the the ‘un-norm’
With a plea for a new normalcy of sorts..

Eventually—
One day—
Someday.
In a̶…y̶o̶u̶r̶…her—
wildest of
Dreams.

And all the untold stories—
From the Upside Down Sleeps.

—xoxo
A