HEY.
I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness; Keep all our bad ideas; Keep all our hope. It's here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner ear. It's such an enormous thing to walk and to listen.
I'd like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing in a room near a truckstop on a highway somewhere. You are a radio. You are an open door. I am a faulty string of blue christmas lights. You swim through frequencies. You let that stranger in, as I'm blinking off and on and off again. We've got a lot of time. Or maybe we don't, but I'd like to think so, so let me pretend.