sometimes
when it's quiet
I think I can hear
ghosts of my life creeping up on me
quiet footfalls of the choices I live in
I've never been happier
or more scared the sky is falling
choices, the idea of what can be
there's safety in the way you look at me
terror in the starkness of that beauty
excited and unsteady
drunk on the possibilities
your smile, my hope for tomorrow
feel my heart, pounding out a rhythm
pieces of me, coming together, almost whole
something so simple
my voice shakes
when I speak of home...
yeah...
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