Sometimes I feel in such a hurry to get life started. Like it’s not already happening, all around us. Like every day isn’t already a step closer to whatever is coming next. It’s not easy to sit still, though, when all these stars have aligned and I can finally see everything, all the tiny specks in the distance like they’re here, now, sitting right next to me.
“I feel like I’ve loved you all my life.”
And I have and I do—in whirlpools next to each other—time pools that can’t be differentiated anymore than I can tell when I stopped being the past and turned into present and future.
Late at night when I can’t sleep I see them—crawling on the floors of a house I can’t wait to own.
I used to be so scared. Of all these things I didn’t know, and still don’t know, but now I find I care less.
In the end it’s all tides and love is the moon.