Blue Seams

To seem is to know you are broken somewhere with a seam stitched tight with self-awareness, an attempt at positivity but knowing still where the rip once was and seeming fine is fine enough till the midnight—one—two—three AM hour when you pick at the seam slowly, carefully picking apart the threads remembering yourself as you still seem listless, seem to smile again at dawn, and this time, the smile is real.