your soul spilling over me, pouring into my ears and eyes

lost in your waves, and — what do i care for their serenades and shouting?

for all i care they may dance on the rooftops 

and we just are

yes, i do believe some people part to make space for others to fill, to open eyes and hearts and replace the void for something better. nothing in this world is steady and no change is without reason; everything is in constant movement — let us move. let us grow with this. 7

every now and every then i wander off and i get lost to find myself in your arms, for i know you bear with me.

if falling in love is falling and loving you is hitting the ground —

i’d want to spend the rest of my days thudding and getting up to jump again.