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These days are slipping by, like everything that's beneath my feet when it rains. I don't see myself doing anything to stop it , maybe I am, running towards the end of what this all has meant.
I've been staring at this blank page for twenty minutes. I've decided that what it is I need to say has to come out of of the tip of my pen, on paper. Because I don't understand it at all. No, I haven't got a name for that yet. But I've got it drawing daydreams in my mind, all the time. (How did you find you're way back into those? Whenever I say "I'm done", something happens and it's never really that way, done)
What I do know, is that lately everything seems strange, like every step I take matters more than usual, like everything in and out of my life is connected in circles and circles, and something is pushing and pulling me in all the right ways. Is this all I asked for? Everything falling into place, and staying that way? All I know is that the trees have been bending and creaking, talking to us when we walk by. All this time I've been fighting, raging, grabbing, kicking to the surface for what I need to make right. I never thought to throw myself above the streams and watch what happens. The moments of peace I've felt this week have been when I was with you, or with my words, and with every breath I felt closer to something I know I deserve, but that I can't name yet, either.
"Do you remember? Do you remember how happy we were?"
I look at you, and I do, and I know I'll never forget. I know that the two of us are going to fall together, into whatever new the world is busy building for us, and we'll be covered, dripping with, swimming in all those things we've talked about.
(will it be ready sooner than we think?)
I've been staring at this blank page for twenty minutes. I've decided that what it is I need to say has to come out of of the tip of my pen, on paper. Because I don't understand it at all. No, I haven't got a name for that yet. But I've got it drawing daydreams in my mind, all the time. (How did you find you're way back into those? Whenever I say "I'm done", something happens and it's never really that way, done)
What I do know, is that lately everything seems strange, like every step I take matters more than usual, like everything in and out of my life is connected in circles and circles, and something is pushing and pulling me in all the right ways. Is this all I asked for? Everything falling into place, and staying that way? All I know is that the trees have been bending and creaking, talking to us when we walk by. All this time I've been fighting, raging, grabbing, kicking to the surface for what I need to make right. I never thought to throw myself above the streams and watch what happens. The moments of peace I've felt this week have been when I was with you, or with my words, and with every breath I felt closer to something I know I deserve, but that I can't name yet, either.
"Do you remember? Do you remember how happy we were?"
I look at you, and I do, and I know I'll never forget. I know that the two of us are going to fall together, into whatever new the world is busy building for us, and we'll be covered, dripping with, swimming in all those things we've talked about.
(will it be ready sooner than we think?)