There's so many words pushing against my lips from inside my mouth.
The kind of words and phrases that are true in meaning but can leave the speaker bleeding in regret.
It's so soon but feels so certain like summer after spring.
Constantly up at night thinking of anything and everything in the context of you.
I'm rushing in a dimension where time almost stands still hoping to catch you before someone does.
I see your two eyes and in them there is you and there is I, hoping it remains that way.

But in the mess of all this, I stay calm. Hold your hand, wish, and let it play it's course.

So far, so good.