at 4 in the
morning the sun
is never up
but i usually am

i worry
about things
that are out of
my control
even more about
things that are

get up early
when i work
and earlier
when i don’t
the older i get the
more i learn
sometimes you
need to cry it out

alone
at night
into your pillow
the blankets
wrapped all
around you

sometimes you
need to cry
and cry
and cry

until the morning
sun falls across
the tears dried
under your lashes

and the lump
in your throat has
dissolved so you can
breathe with ease

you need to get up
let hot water
wash it away
let the steam rising
from your mug soften
any sorrow left around
your morning eyes
take a deep breath
don’t mention it
to anyone

and
just
keep
going

i will
just
keep
going

Sometimes the world is just noise
And it's easier to tune out when we want
And back in again when we know a song's about to play
But the joke's on us
Because the beauty of the music
Is directly proportional to the confusion of the sound

The phrase 'take a chance' is too vague
Instead, treat your life as though the universe were literally communicating with you at every moment
As though it were engineered for you to find purpose and love
As though everything were a sign

There will be times when something catches your attention
That's inconvenient
Maybe even scary

Follow it
Convenience takes you around in circles
Don't confuse it with fate.

Love is so strange at this altitude

I crave going downtown
Feeling your hair follicles against my tongue
I want a cup of tea when I wake up
With nothing but your morning breath in it
I want your odor to stick to my clothes

I used to hate the quiet
Whenever we were together
I feared an awkward pause
Would bury our love alive
And now I crave the silence
I wait for a memory to cross your mind
One you’ve never told me about
A chance to get to know you again.

I love hearing you let guilt off your chest
I want to dive
Deep into the crevices if your shame
Planting seeds of love in every nook and cranny

I hope your life is a buffet of achievements
I hope you cross the mind
Of every person who wronged you
I hope the most beautiful men
Can’t help but look into your eyes
I hope the sweat dripping out of your pores
Is filled with confidence

Love is so strange at this altitude

I hope we have the discipline
To handle our love responsibly

No, we don’t need it
Every second
Every hour
Or every day

I hope our love is a sacred home
A holy departure
From the trials and tribulations
Of everyday life
An invincible field of comfort
Which we can always fall into

Wow, love is strange at this altitude.