let’s start over. paint ourselves red and yellow and everything that speaks sunrise instead of midnight, this time. we could be less car crash, wildfire, burning rubber, maybe, and more moonlit-nights.
i don’t know, i just want to run without ending up in the middle of a six-lane highway. i want to love without being able to compare it to fistfights and bloody knuckles and the busted window in my old house.
let’s start over. i want us to be ethereal and real and together, this time.