water color skies.

i'd love to tell you exactly how i feel. i know that once my thoughts fall into place, they would look so perfect aligned into the seams of our story. they might create tension in places, ease misconceptions in others, and uniquely tie the paths of you and me together. but i should be realistic. my feelings are nowhere close to falling into place, and telling you that easily would make everything seem cheap, and unworthy. life has it's shitty qualities, and i can promise you over and over that i have never come close to considering you one. we're a perfect puzzle, and i've spent a healthy amount of time putting our pieces together.
pinky promise, no crosses count.


someone once told me that when a penny hits the bottom of a well, it disappears. your hope consumes the small copper circle, and your wish comes true. believing in such an illusion might make some people turn and laugh. but if i can't consider this penny possibility true, what other household items will you allow me to connect my wishes to and toss over the brick edging of a well?
lost amidst our wishes are a small piece of oneself, a corner of reality, and a belief that one day we will hold onto something that is now far out of our reach.
i want to believe that my desires still ride on those shooting stars, still blink with the neon green numbers of 11:11, and continue to fly away with each sweet dandelion parachute.


i think i've decided to grab hold of a dandelion too, and fly somewhere nice.
i'd love to see the bright colors of somewhere tropical.

but even more so, i'd enjoy flying straight into the arms of you.