you're in the sky

Sometimes, it takes a person with pins to get me to do the things I know I should be doing. Like moving forward.

I'm having one of those moments where I want to get in the car and drive very fast up and down the highway, and maybe just scream into the damp air. Like this weekend, driving at odd hours, singing, and watching the road slip by beneath our feet, and his reflection in the window across from me, and the strange sense of being completely and utterly lost in a moment.

hold your breath and count to ten
fall apart then start again
hold your breath and count to ten
start again
start again
start again

Sometimes we dream of voices and they are only really ourselves, trying to figure out who they are.