he’s my dream in this real life, this real life’s all a dream.

 just six more days to wait.
then,
i’ll be living inside your pockets again,
in the creases of the memories,
scattered along the dream stained threads,
of our past and future,
living tucked inside the crystal brightness of our now now now.
it’s just six more days until we find our physical way back into the perfect, embodied space of love and loving. of easiness and hopefulness
together again. and all the waiting will be worth it,
as it always is.
we’ll be real-life dreaming.
hearts colliding.
changing the way we’re meant to be made, and it’ll be pulling me apart to pull us back and into one another,
double knotting the end to the start.
and so we forever go on.
there’s something so potent about the presence of your real-life flesh and blood.

fly

i will be free
forever free.
i will be surrounded by adventure
light
raw emotion
honesty.
i will not settle.
i will not want.
i will love and i will be loved
there’s really
nothing
else
it’s black and it’s white.
so beautiful so bright.

yeah

and why shouldn’t it drive you crazy? why shouldn’t it be overwhelming, incomprehensible, unfathomable? 

why should it be understandable, logical or anything close to normal?

why not just let the feelings be feelings, float with the beauty and the madness and let your heart run free.