Oh love,
we're drowning in the monotony of motionless.
forget food, air, coitus
Maslow forgot something- movement.
not even, relocation.
simple movement.
Oh love,
let's pack a bag- buy a map
I feel like falling asleep to east coast sunsets tonight
waking up to Rocky's
wind through hair
sand between toes
let's fly a kite
ride a bike
*let's move *
seated, we die a thousand times
let's break in a pair of new shoes
to an afternoon hike
pack a picnic basket of pb&j;'s
move, darling, move
until our legs give out
and slumber wraps us sweetly in her arms...
in one another's arms...
somewhere far from where we began
move.
conclusions and origins are separate for a reason
life may have symmetry, love
but let's make sure not to mistake that with stagnation.