calm waters.

I am astounded by the pretty lights this week. Darkness has crept in but i know the flowers will bloom, thanks to the lights. It's all here. We're all here. And how lucky we are to have the lights and the flowers and you. On the opposite side of it all, I stand confused. You're lost too, amongst all the beautiful and terrifying sights. Air in our lungs kind of stuff. Like beetles and fresh sheets and heartbreak. We don't know anything at all and we love pretending like we do. If we link arms now it should all be okay. Gravity pulls us apart but I'm sure there was something to keep it all together at one point, too. Everything is going faster now, grown up boy. Grown up girl. And like the stories of tomorrow, I send on precious thoughts and keep you as my own in pockets of the past. Me and I and her and him hear beyond the black and white. I'm in love with many things and some of them are you. Will you gently kiss my forehead? Will you agree the sky is blue? Onward, as we reach for things greater than ourselves. The silence and the sound and the ringing. And how lucky we are to have the lights and the flowers and you.