with my feet on the dash, the world doesn't matter
something good did come out of today.
i came into julia's room and said "hey, want to go to lunch?" and she looked at me for a moment and said "is everything okay?"
she knew right away that something was wrong, which made me feel like someone gets me, which of course is such a cliche thing, i know, the need for "someone to understand me".. but it really does feel good when you realize you don't have to make the effort to put yourself out there all the time in order for someone to know what you are thinking or feeling. its exhausting to be so expressive all the time, and she just knew, i didn't have to open my mouth. and then i realized that there have been multiple other times when i have come into her room or vice versa on a bad day and she has immediately asked what was wrong. i'm glad to have her.
things will feel better soon.
i'm trying to focus.
i roll the window down
and then begin to breathe in
the darkest country road
and the strong scent of evergreen
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
then looking upwards
i strain my eyes and try
to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.
"do they collide?"
i ask and you smile
with my feet on the dash
the world doesn't matter.
when you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride
when you need directions then i'll be your guide
for all time.
for all time.