Inside Outside

I meant to tell you so many things today. I wanted to tell you I had a dream. That everything was whole. That there was a chance. At any moment torn parts could combine and be complete in themselves. In the meantime everything is practice, pain and all.

What makes you walk against your better judgment is something cold. You make an offering. What you get in return is your return. Everything you have risked seems better in the wake.

Three times around. Making wider circles each. Faster. Wider. I had myself convinced that someday the sky would sit in our hands as we stood side by side. That the very light of day would be nothing compared to the things we would make together. Love is not about interchangeable parts. It's about the sudden expansion of your dreams. Dreams doubled by someone else's.