There’s a whole conversation going on inside my head
As I sit patiently waiting for the bus
I imagine what it would be like to speak to you
once again
We discuss art and architecture and poetry
and you’re peaceful
so peaceful
that’s what sticks with me
the sense of stillness that you bring
as if nothing’s truly wrong
and the world can only inspire perfection.
Your eyes are piercing and bright
I wonder what it would feel like to wake up everyday
being loved by them, maybe in some other life
- Ideals











