i was thinking about treetops, high places. doves don’t perch there do they, they’re ground birds
did we make them that way, us with our pitchforks, cement pathways our crumbs?
i was wondering if you’re scared of heights, if so, how much? would you jump out of a plane [with me]?
do you prefer sweet or salty or spicy? if you had to only feel one texture what would it be?
my linear questions are predictable in the way that D means drive and daisy is yellow
why do we still have neutral in cars anyways? i don’t know what it’s used for…coasting down hills? it’s fun
we could look at each others eyes for minutes, flickering focus
traps set out by my mind and
i’m setting myself up to fall with overthinking panic
if the world was muted, could we live in it
lets go barefoot on sandless beaches
perch in treetops because there the highest places around
lets think of encompassing delight, because I am no longer the one who can give the light
i am the girl who bites her lip when you’re on the airwaves, the one who beams when you write to me, the one who is memorizing you, the one who is scared to show her weaknesses
i want to do everything with you
in high places; let's see how trivial it is,
how much we live in this moment is our doing our pleasure