i am the sun.
when the universe is displaced, you grab onto the things that feel like home.
be it a shoulder, a warm hand, the irrationality of dreams, the placement of things for where they should be placed.
you grip onto these things for dear life when the world is an ocean and your mind is just dust caught in a bubble.
strange how you pull yourself out of the routines, then struggle to reattain the routine.
the fingers that shoot out lines of rationale in the chaos.
only on the brinks. but the adrenaline rushes are so hard.
familiarity.
even when amongst strangers, and the isolation could consume your strength and your hope, that anchor will be the one holding you down.
when faces give blank stares, there'll be that one smile that you know would put their life on the line.
the familiarity is addictive, and it's a dangerous addiction to fall in.
it's a hard line between love and duty.
you've got to know your ropes.
be it a shoulder, a warm hand, the irrationality of dreams, the placement of things for where they should be placed.
you grip onto these things for dear life when the world is an ocean and your mind is just dust caught in a bubble.
strange how you pull yourself out of the routines, then struggle to reattain the routine.
the fingers that shoot out lines of rationale in the chaos.
only on the brinks. but the adrenaline rushes are so hard.
familiarity.
even when amongst strangers, and the isolation could consume your strength and your hope, that anchor will be the one holding you down.
when faces give blank stares, there'll be that one smile that you know would put their life on the line.
the familiarity is addictive, and it's a dangerous addiction to fall in.
it's a hard line between love and duty.
you've got to know your ropes.