still. always.

now, for you, i smile
because it was
it is
so beautiful


what else is life
but these constant whelms
of lust and love
passion and depletion
sleep all day shit
forget me not stuff
and all that
breathing, letting it out
and letting it all go
dreaming about snow
on a perfect los angeles day


getting tangled up on a sidewalk
roaring under canopies of graveyard shifts
making mixed tapes for no one
pushing repeat to feel it all again
pressing repeat like an omen for the future
tripping on lessons, sometimes drowning in blur
but everything becomes clear again
and it is
it really is
all
good


we're all just ephemeral moments wanting to be held for awhile
even when we scream 'leave me the fuck alone
this is me naked
and i ain't here to show you anything
i'm content with this sting
the silent phone ring
this mosaic of broken heart strings
all these jokes that life brings'


and this too shall pass rings
so fast
so quick
but so glad that it happened at all

i wouldn't have changed a thing
so perfect
i smile, for you, now

at least in los angeles :)
dreaming of snow