Good Things Are Coming

I'm just longing to be inside your company. She caught a moment of weakness in my eye and in that landslide of a glance, I was nearly buried.

Dear to my heart are the yellows of the moon. I see her waving a flag at me. It's not quite white, and it's not quite surrender... but it's got me curious.

Ice cold blue lips, vocal chords, and tongue in the back of my head with everything that I wish I could say. The tip of the iceberg of a credit check on the emotionally bankrupt. Looking for the last life jacket on this sinking ship called life.

I feel like a slow motion replay of a crash that never happened.

You are concrete and boomerangs and everything that I know I can count on. Thank you for that. When my back feels like breaking, or my stomach feels like heaving, or my eyes feel like raining I will always think of that.

Remember this is real. Even when your head is spinning, and your heart is fluttering, and you are hiding tears amongst the skyline.