so, while the world fades from control
I ask myself whence love arose
if never from this dream I wake
I could not ever ease this ache

as in the words of Billy Joel
and so it goes, and so it goes
because this choice is mine to make
then you can have this heart to break.

and for a moment there, I lost my breath.. just for a second.

Instead, I cry at night.

could we keep walking, hand in hand? in a beautiful city, so bound in grey and brown but alive. without question. perhaps to stop to kiss and smile; happy breath and giggles that escape my lips like the inelegant tears of a leaking faucet, uncontrolled and undisguised. and perhaps, though i may not believe in forever-

i can believe in you.

perhaps that.

I want to drive into the sunset. And just keep driving.

He has kind eyes. The sort of eyes that you can look into;
the sort of smile you can believe. His confidence masks his
shyness, but it is the latter more than the former.
His laugh is a throaty chuckle, skipping from his lungs
in a happy occasion that warms the air and settles my nerves.

What do you think we can handle together?
Honestly? Anything.
I like that math.

I've seen the colour of hope. In your eyes, when you smile into mine.
I've seen the colour of strength. Deep brown, and the set of my jaw.
I've seen the colour of peace. Soft and heavy, your arms wrapped tight around me.
I've seen the colour of truth. Pained as the furrow of your brow.
I've seen the colour of fear. Piercing, fierce and agonisingly bright.
I've seen the colour of fight. Red, passion more ablaze than any failure. Covered. Dealt with. Accepted. Redeemed.