Walk walk walk walk walk
Can I ask where you're going
Can I come along

I like to talk about the pointless things that no one has ever asked about
I want to know why you always wake up between 9 and 9:30 on sundays
Or how many times you read a sentence before you move on to the next

I'd listen to you tell me about how you feel nervous when holding the door open for strangers
Or how you hate to step over grates, especially on rainy days

I remember when you told me that you loved watching the water crawl down the drain after turning off the shower
And when you told me you like leaving your blinds open at night to gaze at the stars before going to sleep

Let me drive you down to a field so you can tell me about the things you love, hate, and hope for
Let me point out the brightest stars while you tell me about the different constellations
Let me spend every ounce of my time listening to the sound of the wind tangling itself in your voice

Most pity people who live without an arm or a leg
But I tend to feel more for those who live without a heart or soul
I think I'd rather be dead than spend days not feeling a single thing
I'd rather live limbless and full of feeling than perfectly crafted and longing a reason to be alive