it isn't until I'm in a vehicle doing forty down 21 that I realize how far I really am from you and sometimes I like you better from a distance because when you miss me I feel like the most blessed being when you slip your arms around my waist and bury your face in my neck everything stands still for me I close my eyes and I forget to breathe
shreds of paper are more like scraps of gold each crystal clear still water pools of blue to disrupt and ripple waves over and through deep sea fish in the wild blue yonder I have such wants for you and me but they burn through doubts that this will sink and unwillingly I am free
this time of year is restless and i can't help but feel like everything falls apart in mid october and i just want to scrape by and hang on wait it out with me spring can be so beautiful
the sun is like a ball of fire and you're miles and miles away keeping busy and most likely miserable the cadence has changed and everything is up in the air it seems falling and crashing back to earth with no sense or order but when you brush your skin against mine i smile like second nature