and i move with
the way we transcend into
bits and pieces of ourselves
falling softly through the evening
street lights flickering above us
beneath the daze of where we left this
the glow reflecting on pavement
like memory refusing to fade quietly
and i ask myself
not now
but maybe in another life
one softer than this one
one where timing did not arrive broken
how do you walk forward
without feeling the ground beneath you
without noticing the pull of gravity
the weight of existence
the way everything constantly drags at us
asking us to stay still
yet i keep moving forward anyway
this beat carries a sound
i only hear sometimes
on certain nights
in certain silences
deep inside the places
where we abandoned parts of ourselves
it echoes strangely there
through unfinished conversations
through rooms still holding warmth
long after people leave them behind
and i speak about moments
as though they mean something larger
but the truth is
everything means something to me
the color purple at dusk
the silence of feet gliding across floors
a dent left in the side of a car
fog gathering beneath street signs
the sound of someone exhaling beside you
these things seem simple
until you sit with them long enough
until they begin opening inside your mind
like doors you never noticed before
and suddenly
they become impossible to explain
we take each day
and force meaning into it
because what is this life
if we have nothing waiting for us
nothing pulling us toward tomorrow
i believe people gravitate toward one another
because time quietly reveals affection
without ever needing language for it
the pulse deep in my stomach
the tightening beneath my ribs
i know you feel this too
i can sense it in the pauses
in the hesitation between your words
i can feel your pulse
trying to outrun itself beside mine
and this is usually where people leave
when things become too real
when intimacy stops feeling poetic
and starts feeling dangerous
well
i stay here
but i know this kind of honesty
terrifies people
i find the horrors in our nights
to be the most beautiful things
we can offer one another
the beat coming softly from the closet door
the sound of legs wrapping together
the tension living inside silence
the way tongues twist against themselves
not between mouths
but inside the fear of speaking honestly
when time becomes too real
and one of us no longer knows what to say
we twist through moments
where time folds into itself
where seconds stretch endlessly
and we stare at each other
half confused
half exposed
hesitation deepening
beauty darkening at the edges
because vulnerability always carries
a little fear inside it
and i feel time constantly
not as clocks
but as pressure
as movement
as the ache of becoming
i think it is a simple thing really
how we break in order to become
how we look at one another
when everything suddenly feels too real
when you stand directly in front of me
and i see you more clearly
than you see yourself
the mirrors bend
the oceans pull
the earth shifts quietly beneath us
and we take each other fully
only if both of us
allow ourselves to be held