Dominic Riccitello
Sep 4, 2026

this grass feels nice

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i face forth for the meadow in the eve the sullen breeze of everything i could be and everything i am now in these moments where everything turns and flips and we’re breaking blue like mountains in the distance the curve of your spine against mine how we’re back from everything we thought and everything we were and somehow it all comes back to black where i’m fading in and out trying to see what stayed and i see you here where we leave this song still singing a tune i knew all too well like flowers in the distance calling for me to fade into how i feel while every emotion blurs and the lines begin to break i face forward to turn at this light and the light keeps flashing like it knows something i don’t we’re missing and i’m running from here through the movement of this song through the words we leave each other in through the way i used to melt before i knew how far i could go but i’ve gone too far past the holes in the floor past the places we kept falling through we’ve melted beyond these and i run into leaves where the grass isn’t greener but somehow it feels ever so nice like the feeling of softness against tired hands like flowers opening without needing to be seen like velvet like warmth like everything i knew i wanted before i ever knew what it would feel like and maybe that’s the strange part when something stands right in front of you soft enough to hold real enough to stay you realize how accustomed you became to wanting what was leaving maybe we’re not so used to being given something we don’t have to chase