Why do we hold on so damn tight. 

A million people and places. 

Why these ones. Why now. And why not trust what now holds. You search for comfort, I know love. Maybe we should swap worlds for a while. Oh what you'd discover.

I'm not broken pieces. I am stone. 

Solid and impentrable. 

But try, I beg, chisel away.

Love me free from these infuriating walls.

A lifeline from a sinking pit. 

Was I there or were you? 

An event made magical by our deepest infatuations...

Was there a question?

Here

Free yet searching, calmly kept and safely cooled

Then suddenly the existence of you.

A whisper, warmth, a smile.

Eyelashes. Friends. A breeze. 

A drink. That kiss. 

Time. Days. Life. A different sphere.

A new kind of gravity.

I am here.

Hold me.

Hold me though I'm difficult to hold.

Hold me till my voice thaws.

Till the tears come.

Those are my walls melting. 

Wade through my tears, they're yours 

Swim till you reach my heart.

Watercolour

Days become nights become days become years

A vibrant watercolor seemingly endless

The grateful heart searches to preserve it

On glass it lies, the sun shining through

But the glare keeps me from what is

A waking dreams only the shards might ignite

I wait in vain as moments pass 

New colours on a new canvas beg

I'm not ready