my secrets are your knowledge
participate in this reawakened splendor
of an us
to me all your wide emptiness
that place in you that winds into yourself
looking for hope
my tongue can reach it if you
to me all the beauty in your pen
splayed on enraged paper
rained underneath your skin
troubling your waters within
how i dream of you
how i dream of delivering you into my drifting dedication.
how i dream of deepening my drive towards a destiny
Loving someone platonically or being in love sets you free in so many ways. Being able to blog about it, strangely, is just as freeing. It’s particularly grand to get feedback about the words I record here from people who can relate or are just enjoying the journey.