In defense of walking loves’ long promenade
after falling off that shit so many times:
There is boundless joy
in dance floors. waterfalls of laughter. cheek kisses. hair dye. studded clothing. friends that love you like it’s easy.
in this short short life
there is tall wonder.
every time
I am nursing my ever-breaking heart,
I sing to myself
stay in awe.
stay in awe.