Playing house
Ed Shereen serenading in the background Stove top burning knife cutting a lifetime away, witnessing a home created and shattered, one breath tickling my bones memories Laying down the hopes of a future can I imagine once again or perhaps for the first time what this home could look like woven fears tastes of disasters hope still dreams and pleasant fantasies will you meet me there in the future to not be carried by false hopes present presence recognizing the beauty and frailties of our humanity in acceptance carried in dreams whisper to me the deep knowledge of and when this day comes when playing house means till death and infinitely connected play with me till that day comes dance with me when boredom settles and pick up the mess with me out of ashes, let's grow a garden find me in my brokenness and know me deeply let my soul speak to yours...