To swim in the ocean instead of stuff my face full of animal and grain
to cultivate understanding and work towards a larger goal
to get out of the office, and drink wine in the dark
We are moving moving further apart, breaking away each relationship that could potentially mean something, only to wonder what it is we'd be missing
But if we didn't move, go go go and do what our fathers and mothers wish they did for themselves
We do it for them, and we wonder what our lives would be without their dreams imparted
We wonder when things will be comfortable, and imagine a time when they were
youth young youthful dreams more like burning desires to be understood
And I'm writing this for you
because you laugh at my jokes, and eat what I bake, even if I don't
that you admire my hands and my notes and the way that my brows curve when we get cheap wine drunk together
We can walk outside together, and not notice what fluorescent lights do not do for us.
We understand each other with one candle lit, and no words exchanged. I am proud of the things that you create. Because they are perfect and one of a kind.
I can feel your soul from across continents, you can hear mine through the voices of the greats. You know who they are, and you know who they aren't
Can we skip ahead to this time? To a vaccuum where our love would survive
Today I tore off my shirt and jumped in the ocean. It was a catharsis of release and demand. I need you
"With four different lovers you don't get much rest"
