maybe my hands shake because
i've been told settling is wrong,
and my fingers have been kept
in their skin for too long

(if i shed, i'm sure i'll grow wings)

we cross paths without seeing the same thing.
Ghosts facing each other through the speeding windows of passing cars
blur the line between reality and perception
and you realize that nobody is right
What if the red I see isn't...
The way I see it
we're all insane
it's why I know how to make you see what you're supposed to
while I've personally never seen it
I'ts why we obsess
and scream alone in empty hallways
riding down the street on a bicycle
quacking like a duck
I'm glad I'm my kinda crazy
and you should be too

You know that feeling
When you're standing on the edge of somewhere
Very high
And for a moment
For whatever reason
The muscles in your legs and feet
Roll just a little forward
And you sway towards that fall
And before the vertigo sets in,
Before the fear blooms like weeds in the core of your
Stomach,
There is a moment of utter awe?
That is how it feels to look at her.
I say awe,
It may not be the right word,
I considered "peace" or "joy"
But
See
Awe is both, perhaps,
But also neither.
Awe has the high stakes,
Awe is part fear part love,
And while peace settles in you like a comfy chair,
Awe soars like a rollercoaster hill,
And that's the real feeling,
As closely as I know how to say it.