To quote a dear friend of mine, "You think you know someone, really know someone, but do you ever really know someone until you know their thoughts?"
Digging For More Than Dirt
Guarded and closed
and hot water disguised.
Among the rest, we write
under solar systems and magic dirt.
We don't talk out of fear of loneliness.
Instead
we speak volumes in the glances just to the right of one another's visions.
Visions of the future
fall asleep on dirt roads
covered in goosebumps and sagebrush
and layers of dirt
while you forget how to dream.
Dreaming of something beyond what already is.
Dreaming of maybe a change.
Dreaming of a miracle.
Dreaming of you as a way out of the cycle.
We could do this together, we both think, but never say.
It's hard.
It's hard to see the stars align when you can barely find the sky.
Will love appear under these vast, rolling skies, or will it remain hidden
until it's too late?
