Sunday, March 6, 2016

tilt -a- whirl // this or that

This or that you say, but I know this game well.

You know, to always have connection.

Who are you?

Hammocks, soft serve ice cream, road trips, plays, tree house DIY'd by us, and all the rest that binds us in a yes this is it.

So today we grabbed breakfast before you went to work,
London is in a deep fog, but you still like me, and we walk by the river.

the playground finds us, and we play, but of course.
Tilting and whirling and you don't like roller coasters.

So we jet off in a speed boat, adrenaline, yes, mastermind plans, goofy somethings and always a hop in the step.

giggle here, because I boiled a mouse but you are afraid of spiders so in this or that we really have no comparison.

Something to get me through the day or is it getting even brighter?

The sun rise means we have the whole day ahead of us, and sunset is my favorite show.

I'll be onstage, and you can feed me the lines, something tells me you want to be up there too.

I'll get paid to sell expensive flowers and you can create dream homes and at night with the music soft, and candles lit, we can discuss in laughter and tones all the funny bits of the day and as the water of the shower washes over us, we can remember that memory of lung talk and how you'd do me so well .

Well, it's just a day, and a day becomes more when there is connection, and connection has been made and this or that is more than I could ever ask for since I've been asking for it my whole life, and I didn't have to ask this time.

it's like you just know.

and that is why I'm whirling, currently.

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