I can hear myself grinning, the stretched lips of a careless fool with a heavy heart, caring too much for it all, and left on a paper airplane, malfunctioned in its first fold, for the wonder and amazement of the anticipated flight before the swirling joke of it's pathetic route softly lands on a cold wooden floor.
Paper-cuts and splinters, the best case scenario for a crash landing, pick it up and use some loft, and always keep this meal's fortune tossed or tucked somewhere where it can be found again, when the message really sticks to your gut.
Somewhere between shame and joy, let go of the wheel and let the pavement guide you through it's grit, but do not meet it head on, swerve and dance, loosen before the blow, and laugh the whole time.
Life is hard, loving is easy. You are the easiest thing I've found in this world, and the simplest wonder, and I'll wait patiently, fluttering like a clown in stupor, smearing my paint on every corner and rug, stumbling through every door on my way to you. God dammit...a life without you is blasphemy, and so yes, I'll curse and jump and lose myself in the moment, and know my idiot well, because I am a fool with good intent, and I will not relent, in the race to hold you smile.
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