Falling back into this place. on my bed surrounded by pillows. A good night barely left my lips. I don’t know how things start and they can be amazing and random at the same time. I don’t know where things go but I’ll never know until I follow the road.
Falling back into this place. Detailing the way you talk. Your voice as sweet as honey, cliche I know, but you make things funny. Wanting more I’ve heard before and it’s a two way street. I close my eyes thinking you’ve come to steal my thoughts. They belong to you and that’s where they go gravitating to whatever it is that you do.
Falling back into this place. So familiar and yet so new. Falling where? Who knows? Who cares? The future one can never see. Time slips away without notice and hours pass in a blink of an eye. I’m thinking, I’m writing. This is how it all begins.