Fleeing

Monday, July 18th, 2016

Drum sets filling your kitchen, music escaping through the walls, me drowning in your covers. Calm, reckless, arms around me. How can something so fleeting feel so solid? Chaos, caution, afraid of what’s to come. We both crave a jet setting life, never staying in one place for too long, just genuine, enchanting rarities. No one ever mentioned we would describe quiet moments with one another just the same.

So, just this once, with the light is pouring in through the curtains, we are still.