long distance
Our hearts beating in the open field of dreaming and I was whispering silently to myself, you could be the one to teach me to love them. my ears imagining me listening to wilco and liking it in a way that means permanance, my heart entertwining with those alternatively country beats and slow chord quatrains. this familiarity is dangerous you said to no one, but i heard you. i heard the russle of our lips and my back against the barn and i said no, pushing you away with a playful mastery i did not yet know i possessed.