i don’t blame you for dreaming of babies and boys
it’s natural, in our dna
it’s part of growing up
– I know that, I do.
it’s okay, I promise
dreaming of babies and boys is almost as natural as talking to the trees
we all grow up from the same place after all,
the roots
maybe that’s what you can find solace in: the roots
our roots.
the roots fed on rice cakes and theory
the ones that grew until they twisted together into a beanstalk, lifting us high up into the sky
until we could sit criss-cross-applesauce with the stars
talking to the man in the moon
we serenaded him
i’m not convinced there ever lived a man more flattered
i hope one day you find a man as good as him
he listened to us and never said a word
we were satisfied then
so maybe we can be now
holy love this. I’m always dreaming of babies and boys
“we could sit criss-cross-applesauce with the stars” #stolen. I love the vivid emotions you convey.
END OF LINE .
This is seriously art. 10/10. Here’s to the people who knew they grew up before they got too old to write about it.
this means so much wow thank you
how we all come from the same place – i forget that sometimes
I think this backyard feels familiar
you responded to another post–love that
“we were satisfied then so maybe we can be now” #stolen