Why do I feel scared to feel alive?
Go to the edge.
You’ll be glad you did.
A crash of thunder fills the silence that otherwise dominates the air.
So fitting that this gust of wind arrives as soon as it’s been knocked out of my sails.
Holding out, Been working hard.
Deserving of a treat.
The road behind never slows
In its winding, fleeting kaleidoscope dream
Like a desert wind that blows across my face
You are warm but you are course
If I ever got the chance I’d say
You are really a beautiful force
I squeeze your hand while you’re asleep
After weathering the storms
We weren’t prepared for this.
We were all too busy keeping pace.
Used to things just working. A machine that won’t break down.
You couldn't fathom this.
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗.
