And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Sunday, July 10
You yelled at me. That's the first time you ever did.
You asked me to fuck it. That's the first time you used language like this on me.
What's happening to us?
Sometimes, our eyes are so clouded, we don't see the stars. They're there but we don't see them. Finally, when the cloud has lifted, we look to them but they aren't there. Not anymore. Not for me at least.