I cross out the start, and trace the whole thing, but my lines aren’t quite perfect, and your words aren’t quite smooth, and I look across the white part of this paper, slowly shrinking, slowly filling with nothing meaningful.
The answer, as obvious as it is to me, seems sacred.
Like I equally want to scream it from the rooftops,
as I want to lock it away in a box.
For this difference is so crazy, so bizarre,
it doesn’t feel real.
You’ve changed me.
You’re changing me.
“I don’t think I like change as much as I thought.”
and I get that, but change is inevitable
You can’t stop it
Just as you can’t stop gravity.
I can’t find the words
as easily as I’d like,
can’t help but feel
and think and hope
and believe everything
all at once.
All at once.
In My Vision
Do you think she knows,
how I stare with disbelief?
How lucky am I?
I wonder how it feels to stay home,
tuck myself into the folds of this moment,
and survive in this.
How fortunate am I to experience something so pure?
My soul burns for you
a vast fire from deep within
find me salvation