(no subject)
it's nights like these when you want to go outside and sit on your front stoop. curl your arms over your legs and rest your head on them. when you want to look around you and see nothing but sky and beauty and air.
and.
it's all these things you want to breathe in and hold them in your pocket and tie them up with a string and fondle them with your fingers when you feel lonely. and hold them in the palm of your hand and peer into them and sneak inside and cover the corners because they hide something i don't want to see.
let the grass hide you from them.
hold hands and let your hair fall. go barefoot in wet grass because there's something that makes life worth something when you do.
this air that is here tonight is saturated. saturated with feeling. it's wet and beautiful and inexplainable.
there are puddles on the ground.
i love it when there are puddles on the ground.
when you're so close to believing in everything that is nothing,
you need nights like these.
and.
it's all these things you want to breathe in and hold them in your pocket and tie them up with a string and fondle them with your fingers when you feel lonely. and hold them in the palm of your hand and peer into them and sneak inside and cover the corners because they hide something i don't want to see.
let the grass hide you from them.
hold hands and let your hair fall. go barefoot in wet grass because there's something that makes life worth something when you do.
this air that is here tonight is saturated. saturated with feeling. it's wet and beautiful and inexplainable.
there are puddles on the ground.
i love it when there are puddles on the ground.
when you're so close to believing in everything that is nothing,
you need nights like these.