What We Talk About When We Talk About Love
1. we talk about how our hands look after a full day of painting. how it looks when the colors mix and dance by themselves. How it looks when chaos dances and it decorates itself.
2. we talk about the way the air fills with smoke after a fire. lays a thick blanket over the city, trying to suffocate us in a warmth. like smothering a people could solve all our problems.
3. we talk about the way a tsunami will cleanse the land from decade old architecture. how it'll wipe out all the litter and fire hazards from streets. We ignore the lives and the memories it has consequently removed. similar to ripping pages clean from a scrapbook.
4. we talk about the way a worn pair of shoes looks so pleasantly out of place along a full row of sneakers. About the way the dirt and grime reminds of the struggles from back home.
5. we talk about the way it feels to come home from a war. of dodging fire from both your enemies and your neighbor. we talk about how it feels to be free from loud warning signs that never pay off and waiting for others that never go off.
What we *dont* talk about when we talk about love
• We dont talk about coming home. About falling into bed, with a laugh bubbling from the bottom of your stomach.
• We don't talk about how you grow familiar to a certain crooked smile, and the way a body curls wrong from the cold
• we dont talk about how there's a sense of lightness that washes over us. how we sometimes we dive a little deeper, a little longer than we shouldve.
• we dont talk about how... sometimes warm feels a little like to fucking much. how sometimes we'd rather a little cold. something a little less than smothering.
• we dont talk about how after a lot of little more red here, a little more green there. we dont talk about how it looks once you've washed away the colors with a lot of water and soap.
