don't panic.

all of this living makes me feel like some sort of circus act at times. that's not a bad thing, but it's just harder than i remember to juggle. i do enjoy it though. i'm more than ready to leave this little town behind. she makes me happy and helps me leave my sheets when i haven't gotten enough sleep. but still i come home each day to find this familiar tug ushering me toward myself. with these heavy bass lines driving themselves into my ears and a voice that speaks for me when i don't know how to talk.

"i can feel your heart beating out of your stomach!"

don't panic.
there simply is no need.

the whipping wind

Recently I've noticed the winds are changing. Lately I've seen the weather change. I watched the clouds move in from the west, and waves swallow ships at the break of day. So here we stand at the top of the world, the wind swirling smiles around. Pushing you over while flying mid-air, whipping your hair up, and knocking me down.
You said "I'll be your fire", you'll keep me warm, while you rest your head atop my chest. And I breathe in at the heart of this storm, you have a habit of melting me, I must confess.

all it takes

is

a new set of eyes

to see

a new set of eyes