fall…
crazy hard young all at once
don't let them tell you any different
your love is strange and beautiful
it is your own
claim it and never let go

& at 5 am we argued about when we'll see each other next. Privileged to say he wanted to see me earlier, longer, over and over again. Willing to pay the cost just to touch my face again.
but I have a job
*but I have you

Love is like people.
All different, all beautiful,
All matter.
To you, another love inexistent,
To them it is everything.
So the next time you see a stranger,
Ask yourself,
I wonder who is  lucky to love them and be loved by them.

And that unknowing, that question we'll never know the answer to, well that's beautiful. The knowing that there is enough love out there for anyone, even a stranger.

He sleeps so late.
Wake up, wake up
I miss you too much.
It'd be different if I could be a part of your dreams, see what's behind those eyelids that keeps them closed so long.
But I'll never know.
So wake up, wake up
I miss you too much.

Take me where the sun don't shine, the water don't run, the money don't flow, the police don't come.

Tell me about the land where the black boy does not run, does not die, does not hang, mourns are not sung.

Sell me a dream where our magic glows as bright as the sun, although it's dark and you must use fingers and toes to find anyone.

That is the place my love will grow. In unaltered blackness.

Came across a photo of you with your face buried in my neck and chest, resting so soundly. made me miss nothing more than getting lost in your black boy magic, finding powers in good morning kisses and gold in everything you do.

I'll write you letters that smell of new beginnings and fear hoping to receive letters of comfort and strength. I'll love you from places you may never get to see, and you'll remind me of all that is waiting for me back home. It will be so hard, but what's a rock to a mountain?