It's funny now,
looking back to
November
September,
back to August when
I was so unsure and
put my faith in
idols
I keep looking back to
Vienna,
to Istanbul,
to charcoal eye-liner and hanging lamps,
Morocco
and here I am:
where I never thought
we'd be
where I have no idea
where I'm going and
there's a cloudy, veil of haze
protecting and
desisting me
I didn't know my worries wouldn't
redesign my days
so here I sit:
the coffee's hot
and I've started Ballet,
again
and I know that after the longest Winter
under trees,
spent on my own
that even though the next stop is
the desert
that you'll be there
and I won't be
alone.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
It's funny now,
looking back to
November
September,
back to August when
I was so unsure and
put my faith in
idols
I keep looking back to
Vienna,
to Istanbul,
to charcoal eye-liner and hanging lamps,
Morocco
and here I am:
where I never thought
we'd be
where I have no idea
where I'm going and
there's a cloudy, veil of haze
protecting and
desisting me
I didn't know my worries wouldn't
redesign my days
so here I sit:
the coffee's hot
and I've started Ballet,
again
and I know that after the longest Winter
under trees,
spent on my own
that even though the next stop is
the desert
that you'll be there
and I won't be
alone.