"We work with the substantial, but the emptiness is what we use."
If all things were equal it plays out like this:
A rainy day and we're at the Rose Garden Your father bought the seats. He enjoys that I like sports so much, Takes him back to a simpler time when he played in a gym similar to this Where he met your mother You're in black and it has nothing to do with the team colors You say it's a phase and I believe it
We scale Nanda Devi and you look the part of the mountain's name You look the way you did on the afternoon I met you. I wonder where the levee is this time Above the clouds we are naked to the sun and the sky, naked and raw to each other and it feels whole and honest
Feverish night in a dive bar in La Paz there are skulls on the wall I think to what end Men and women crowd the floor The band is hitting its stride after a marathon set We dance until we are both in many different places Some of which involve the person we are dancing with Sometimes we are alone in front of a mirror I've never had to help you stand at the end of the night You never have to ask me to go outside
Intertwined tightly on a twin bed, maybe for the night A train eats up track in the distance. We remember now when we shared a room. (Tops of two bunk-beds, as if lying on two different shores) Arms around you and I forget the concept of possession