20.09.04 - 9:04 PM
i guess it'll start in a basement apartment with my back on ceramics every night and my hands inches away from tables, counters, text books and you. i guess it'll start when my trash is full of energy drink cans and my room is full of your scent.
when my thighs are bruised and my body feels broken and i can't help but smile at the cause, i guess that's when it'll start. when your eyes see right through me like gauze curtains and you tell me that i let the sunlight seep in, it'll start.
when i am a turtle in a coffee shop shell, it'll start. when chai is as prevalent in my body as blood, oxygen and you, it'll start. when the muscles in my hands are sore with words and riffs and the veins in your arms are my map to your heart. it will start.
we will start!
