I’m my best self in the morning, and as the day goes on
Indecision and insecurity breed each other into dependency,
I want to dance in the kitchen of our lives, like slow mornings over bowls and breakfast. Hit the road with you, trains and airplanes
Our moods are tells for an exhaustion we can’t appease, rising and falling in darkness,
I don’t want to make you an anchor for stability. We’d just sink to the bottom.
Hit the mat with emotional uncertainty, breathe length into it, leave independently.