Alius Analog

wet and awake

I'm floating on my back in a pool of water.

Eyes shut, water covering ears so the world is muted.

Rippling complexities and terrifying uncertainties.

I'm floating on my back in a pool of water.

But we can't lie there forever.

Wet and awake, vulnerabilities exposed, we cling to things we know.

But what we know isn't always what they see.

And what they see is never complete.

Complete includes murdering songs and dancing in the dark and making the weirdest faces.

Sleeping on the couch and working late and binging on parks and rec.

Falling down a flight of stairs, falling backwards in clunky roller skates, and wishing falling in love was just as easy but not nearly as annoyingly painful.

I can't lose her now because we've come too far to go back now. If he comes, I hope he will sleep on the couch with her, dance in the dark with her, sing the same song a million times with her, make weird faces with her, laugh at parks and rec with her, and not just float with her, but ride the current that is paved by mutual passion in doing good and being good.