#orbital.

[beeraw]

best acoustic version ever

[tahskah]

you feel like every fear i’ve swallowed whole in the last four years, gnawing on the panic in my own bones, the future holding still and heavy over our heads like a death sentence

yesterday you took my hand and told me to focus on the present, on the now, on the here with you on a cool night in february when we have each other and the sky is clear and my heart is too big for my chest

i am not good at focusing on the here and now, always tripping ahead to the what if’s and the could be’s, but i’m afraid i will lose you just as soon as i found you again

so i will try to let the panic pass and hold your hand and kiss your lips and let myself go soft at your grin when you catch me staring

honey, you are my a harbor in a storm -- i don’t know how long i can stay but by god, am i glad to be here

[tahskah]

i'm trying to make room for you here between the hollows of bone and sinew in my chest. my ribs are a cathedral and i don't worship any god, but it feels a little like sun through stained glass the way you look at me.

this church of mine is dusty and ill-used, boxes of thoughts on loop of thoughts on loop of thoughts on loop stacked to the rafters, blotting out the day. but don't you see i'm trying —

i'm moving the way my heart jumps to my throat when you turn away to the basement, i'm taking a collection for a new window, one made of spun glass and the smile behind your eyes when you told me you loved me, i'm rearranging the furniture of myself, one moment at a time.

so darling, sit down, stay awhile, take in the view. look me in the eyes and tell me what the sun feels like and know that i'm making room for you.