basking in
the crux of life
relishing in
its sweetness
knowing it will all
one day be over
I love how different forms of art are all obsessed with each other. A book tries to capture the feeling of music, a painting tries to depict a scene in a book, a song tries to paint a picture. And it's always insufficient. No single form of art can encapsulate another form of art and capture the essence of it – but it tries, and its attempts are impossibly compelling. All the forms of art are in love with each other and spend so much time trying to express what makes the other kinds of art so lovely.
there's no temptress quite as irresistible as the mid afternoon sleepies
Nikita Gill, from Your Heart is the Sea: Poems; "The Anguish," originally published in 2018