the world, dizzying.
we spend our days spinning galaxies from the tips of our fingers and hoping they will arrange themselves into something that makes sense.

i would love nothing more than to be swallowed into the abyss with you.

a candle, dim lit in the pockets of your heart and i will use my body as a shield from the wind.

inside the wreckage: could it be something more? inside myself i find nothing but this and inside you i find everything else.

break down the walls with me, stand next to me while we redefine this triumph of humanity with steel in our eyes and a burning in our cheeks;

these material things have nothing on us.

we are the makers of ourselves, of
this careful anger and this scared beating of my heart and this shaking of my limbs, and i will sew patches over these holes in my skin and make me into something bigger.

here,
take this needle and thread

keep me company until this all starts looking like something i know how to understand.