every new day is a gift, it’s a song of redemption
any expression of love is the way to return
to that place that I think of so often, but now never mention
the one the voice in the back of my head says that I don’t deserve
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Every day he looks a little different. He grins up at me now with this lopsided, crazy toothed smile. Him, squinting into the sun and my lens and blowing my heart with his innocence and love.
Every day he is a little bigger, some tiny bit older, somehow new in his growing-boy-changeling ways.
He is what all children are – a person becoming something amazing in deceptively tiny steps that are really so, so big on their insides.
They feel big to me, and as they go by, I feel a weight turn and shift inside me. It is both a feeling of joy and sorrow, the disparity between which is one of life’s greatest gifts to experience.
Change on, my love.
i don’t know about my dreams
i don’t know about my dreamin anymore
all that I know is
i’m fallin, fallin, fallin, fallin
might as well fall in
James Blake – Wilhelm Scream
Eyes that are gray
Can’t see behind the stains
Of blurring stars
And bleeding sun
I wish I could stay
Or silence the rain
The solid bars
Of all that’s left undone
a six year old has
complex things to consider
in rare, still moments
there are moments when
he only sees one person
and i’m glad it’s you