27.11.10
THE WORLD, A HORIZONTAL HAVEN, flickering with hope. Safety in the form of hands that touch, then stroke, then hold. I dare you, do you know what you’re doing? Cause I don’t, I just love, love, adore, I roll to your side of the bed and reach for you, and you melt me with your soft and patient hands. We climb as slow as we can to the precipe of dreams and gaze down at reality, at the non-existant ladder down to plausability. There is no gradual decent from here. You have to break to see something like this. For this view, you have to fall.
