when it's over

when we're alone.

just take one step in

when they're not around there are no rules

"just hold my hand. we only have this moment."

.....so we pick ourselves up and move on.

i'll hold onto these balloons until you get home--- get home.

now it's oceans not borders; if you swim over i'll cross over.

if not. i'll send your balloons across the sea.

"where it left me...

...where i'm going."

stop.

wait.

what

happened?

"it took me so long to just open my eyes and see it was never there"

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yes i think about these things....

when we talk, it is a stream of sporadic thoughts that are instantly formed in our minds and are spat out within milliseconds so that the next sporadic thought can be spat out.... do we even know what we're saying?

there is a time to talk, but a time to be silent.

and in those moments of silence, your mind forms thoughts.... and then your soul forms feelings and in that silence you find your voice and then you want to talk again.

we all tightly hold onto our pants knowing one day they'll drop; maybe if we loosen our grip the fall down will have a nicer breeze..... or you could just let go completely---

I was once told to not focus on the fate but the ride you'll take to get there. now i just need to find my ride.

first

i always had words but couldn't use them. then i had photography and i could use them.