Summer is coming soon to an end. A bittersweet summer. One that has aged me to wise. Solemnly, I stand welcoming and allowing. Loosened grips, blood returns to white knuckles. Numbed fear, but wild excitement.
Observer of the Universe you call yourself Because you see the moon and the stars And you imagine the galaxies far beyond Just a reminder Wherever you may be reading this In a coffee shop, in a bookstore, or under the covers We are both wrapped around with blankets of water and mountains We share the stars & the moon The sun & the earth And with that being said We are closer than you'd ever observe
i don't think you can unlearn somethings like how to build walls around your heart so that no sword will find a way through it again like how to choose meaningless people to obsess over because you know if they hurt you the blow won't come as hard and there you are with your patience and kindness slowly coalescing your presence into my life slowly getting me attached to your presence i don't think you realize how special you are becoming to me