We can - 06.12.2018

I just can't do it,
  Give out all this love.
And I just can't do it,
  Give away another piece of myself.

And lifes been moving way too fast,
and for way too long.
  And I just can't do it,
Yet you've drawn me into you.

I just can't do it.
  This struggle grips me harder
whenever I try to shake it.
  The struggle it becomes me.

I just can't do it.
  Not fight to be.
    I simple cannot do it,
For I want a you and me.

Could You - 25.06.18

Could you,

Maybe if I wish enough, and put my time into it. Should I create a dream board of those pictures, the things I want. An image burned in mind, an artist's take on what could be. Would we be painted in oils, or acrylics, or watercolour. Maybe just a print, in simple black and white.
The clouds were beautiful today, they played in dashes of reds, blues, greens. Every colour I cannot see, but I know are there. Their graceful wander about the skies only frees minds to another place altogether. To help take us away in that moment. I ask so subtly, so quietly you barely can hear.

Could you, could you be my cloud. Let me drift away in a moment together. See where the winds take us. Live.