Pure

It only takes a second to see how pure the water is when it rises above our heads. We think of it as a horror, we fear it, we run. But in the end, where are we going? I know where I want to be -- in your arms, in your heart, in your life forevermore. But you're just going to fly away, aren't you? That's my plan too. Will things change? I guess we'll see.

Retrospect

In retrospect, it'd be easy for me to say I don't care, for me to move on because I can't see you and I don't want to. I don't want to think about what was done, and more importantly what wasn't. I don't want to carry this anger with me like a load, a burden I cannot lose. I don't want to hate, because hate is ugly and unproductive and it won't change a thing. But I feel, because I am human, I am me, and you are you, and I'm just so glad you're okay.

Circus

What a whirlwind. What an amazing little trick. What a circus we've created, between the hiding and the chasing and the lying and the reconciling. You hold me close, but you forget that physical distance was never what kept us apart. I'm curious to see how it will go this time around. Curious, and scared.