Keep your head up-Ben Howard
I feel as if I can finally breathe after the ocean has been slowly drained off my chest. No one is doing better but no one is falling apart. I have dreams every night that haunt my eyelids during the day, pictures taken under covers with the flash on. Bright, blinding lights even after the dark has passed. I imagine praying, holding steadfast to your feet like cold anchors and willingly God to trade our places so that I could look forward for you and you could always look backwards and together perhaps we can never leave each other. I did not want to be attached, yet I am playing favorites simply because I fear that you won’t be around long enough to feel the way my heartbeats when rock you to sleep. Maybe we can go looking for frogs in a sunny day, traverse into the waters of life; diving headfirst into oblivion. But we are already so far apart that I find myself grasping at moments before they even end. Nostalgia for the future.
