But you are my nomad and I love you sideways daily. Sideways because I have to beam my love in all directions, hoping it bounces off something and eventually finds you.
“You know that place in between nightmares and dreams? The place where tomorrows never come and yesterdays don’t hurt anymore? The place where your heart beats in sync with mine? The place where time doesn’t exist, and it’s easy to breathe? I want to live there with you.”
our mouths are so full of smoke and sunrise that our jaws crack and bend with the effort to contain it. we exhale gold string and those fragments of foxglove we used to keep tucked in our back pockets, and capture the remains in glass jars with the fireflies.