I need you

(like water in my lungs)

eess

Nothing makes my heart feel so heavy and light at the same time as this movie.

each to each

I can only do as much as my hands can handle. Can only sift through the dirt beneath me. Can only cry with the tears that my body has made me. I can only breathe with the breath that you've finished with and put into my lungs. I can only express to you with words that were never meant to come together. Words that sound wrong mixed with the way I feel. I can only do so much.

It's days like these when I want to get into a car and just keep driving. I'll pretend the brakes were cut only to realize that they were. I'll drive into the ocean and settle at the bottom. The bottom of nowhere. The bottom of everywhere. The bottom where I'll find you, and you, and you. We're all here in our cars and we're staring at the mermaids who sing to us as the water pools in puddles on the ground from the cracks in the windows. The lights go off and the sun goes down but we're all still here being sung to.

light

The light fills the room and it's hard to see. I'm trying to make shapes out of light particles, knocking over lamps and flashlights. I clumsily lay my hand on a wall to guide me. The sun is up and it's hanging in the window. "Do we really need all this light?" you ask but I can't make you out. Then again, I never could. "Don't go away," you add and I lay my hand on a light switch. "It will all be gone."

"That's okay."

favorite

water/wine

I hope that I'm the jump in your step, the gleam in your eyes. Though I am the shadow, I am confirmed but rather denied... We pave away truth with our teeth to the ground and our soles to the clouds. Hoping that one day we'll be rebuilt, or we can rebuild with all the troubles that have been thrown at us. Our own castle in the sky. Hoping to turn water into wine so we can sip away casualties and so you can forget all about who I really am and what I do. You can hang onto the bottle, and I can hang onto your every word. You can love the wine, and I can love what it does to you.

our hell ends every weekend