There’s no state I need to be in more than peace.
The geographic cure is a hoax. You take yourself with you wherever you go
And still go.
There’s a strange truth in every goodbye
See the world if she begs your sight.
Kiss the woman if you can’t breath without her scent
Waiting? Why? I spent my whole life waiting
Why do we wait for the things we want, if the things we want want us too?
Anything that requires your pause will require you to be someone or something else until only you decide
Life waits for no one and to go where life is not, the idyll (idle) idilicc wait of false promises. pipeline dreams and resentment in the making. go because you must. go because you trust
that when and where you go, it’s you who pulled the plug on this life and woke to the next
i remember now,
i was 16 and
i wanted a baby and i did not want a job.
i wanted to sing and learned it won’t always be good
i wanted to cook and not clean and
when i write i get back to a place i once dreamed. a place i tend to leave behind
but totally exists
in this life, i’m leaving you behind.
this time, i’m the one doing the leaving.
Because I dream of a life where I can.
And you’ll stay.
From the ground, defender of our earth. I’m a pilot in the sky. Not really, and you know why. I don’t like to drive anything, but you crazy under the starlit night. the storm cheering us on. i made a wish that night…
this, forever.
And still, I must go. In an instant, I’ve unbuckled my illusionary protection and bolted from the cockpit. Let me out of here! I banged. I miss you already. Clinging to the window, I see you disappear behind the clouds like a moment in time. Your back is turned. You never look back. Headed home. Probably to do the laundry in peace. I leave so I can do my work and so you can do yours. Because when we’re together, that’s all we are.
Quite literally, put me on a plane. Ship me off as precious cargo. Tie a ribbon around my wrist and unaccompanied, I must go where’s next.
Because I can’t think when you’re near. I don’t care to breathe the air if it’s not shared with you. I can’t focus and it’s not the ADHD, it’s the you and me. Because with you, there’s this real dilemma. It’s absolutely all I need, yet it’s not all I want. And the world whispers to me though the wind and I’ve learned to trust the vibrations of pollinators. I follow the wind and it leads me where I’m meant to go. 14,000 feet up,
I wait for your love.
Over the Atlantic, in Tim-buck-two, there’s no where in the world I don’t yearn to get home to you.
So I will go, and some day you will go too. and our love is enough to guide us to the spot you picked out in the sky for us in the end. Apart of a pride, during lions gate, train the wild horses, timid soul, train the horse! Saddle the bull, fly the plane in the rain, land the plane, either way, they’ll say you can’t do it, they’ll call you insane. Do it in-sane.