Like standing in front of a Christmas tree in the falling snow, like the moment of believing inside of it all. the confusion, the sweeping glances and nervous thoughts.
like the rush of air as the city races past, discontent, unsettling.
like catching yourself staring at a beautiful stranger, and it is the thousands of eyes, always wondering which layer they will see.
don't ask me, i wont say- things don't make sense just now, falling in and out of love is a greater difficulty than anything else.
there is nothing elegant and graceful in the tripping over i don't know and yes, i will, i do.
give me an answer i can brush with my fingertips
too hard to believe in someone, anything
part of me that loves to whisper forever, always, and never feel anything at all.
days unfolding, the moon slipping past the sun before i am ready. and it is you. waiting on the steps of some future you've assigned me.
it is my hand, heart, and fear.
it is a promise and a feeling,
nothing I've imagined.
curious, amazing that you would know all of this and still stand there, waiting, watching.
find the pieces here and there.
reconstruction, a resurrection.
broken people with turtle shells and superheroes for friends.
I've found you, you know.
i will find you again and again for the rest of these days.
i am twisted inside myself, scared-excited, swirling, upside down.
these roller coaster lives end with a derailed train, i am sure.
