We knew what we grew from but not what we are growing into, we are getting lost along the way, dipping our toes in glory and finding it like the end of beaches letting water wash their edges away and wear them down into smaller pieces. I wear my heart under my sleeve and I know it’s still not where it's supposed to be but I don’t want it left out for the wolves anymore, the smell of blood travels far at night and I don't know how to cover it up properly, I used to, I used to be able to survive alone amongst all the wild but I’m so worn down and I’ve forgotten how beautiful and resilient I can be. So now I find comfort in strange places and strange situations and sometimes it is the air beneath my wings and sometimes the air holds me down, a bird without purpose, I can fly but sometimes I forget how to do so, sometimes we lose sight of what we are capable of, sometimes night turns to day and we don't notice. And you were right, time hasn’t strengthened my bones, my head still has nests in it but I think I’m starting to like it that way. I’m focusing on things that are less stressful, but that’s like trying to fall out of the sky but your arms are broken and your cape is wrinkled. And so I’m free falling, in love with all the things that can easily snap and I’ve learned to absorb the blows the same way as I absorb you and your soft spilling never ending morning honey. I spend a lot of time hoping this high view is normal, that you’ll want to stay up here with me, and spend a lot less time wondering if what I’m doing will ever be good enough but like wearing new shoes we're adding two and two and two until we’re happy with where we stand for the day. And for once, I think it's going to be okay, I think it takes a lot to undo, I think I like my past tenses and you.