With hands tied behind your back, you can’t close doors. You know something is inside and it could be anything. I dream of meeting you there. Your soft skin would turn into sunshine. There is no unnecessary items. There is no sagging weight. There is no heavy belts of regret.
There is only you, benevolence dropping from infinitude. It covers you like the way candlelight softens a bad situation, or a long day.
Honey, you are there; You live in the heart that is the house of my future.
I’ll find you there, one foot in front of the other.
I will recognize you, as the person you grew into.
We are no longer young. We are no longer all knees and abrasions. We are no longer long drives with no destination. We are precision and high cheekbones. We are class that has edges with grit, a little like the French. We have grown into these high hopes; We touch their ceilings. We have grown, the way that the spirit is endless, the way she has no doors, the way she is the door. We have grown.
There is only you, benevolence dropping from infinitude. It covers you like the way candlelight softens a bad situation, or a long day.
Honey, you are there; You live in the heart that is the house of my future.
I’ll find you there, one foot in front of the other.
I will recognize you, as the person you grew into.
We are no longer young. We are no longer all knees and abrasions. We are no longer long drives with no destination. We are precision and high cheekbones. We are class that has edges with grit, a little like the French. We have grown into these high hopes; We touch their ceilings. We have grown, the way that the spirit is endless, the way she has no doors, the way she is the door. We have grown.
We will lay ourselves down. We will tuck ourselves in. We will thank ourselves with our own eyes. And we will wrap our own loving arms around our own loving bodies.
