Find My Way Light: Ten Ways To Look At The Boy
I. The boys eyes are like trainwrecks
Rainstorms
Perfection.
I feel like I’m in first-grade
Again.
My words come out in “um”s
“Uh”s
And “hmm”s
-Yet he listens to them
Like they matter.
Catch me
I’m falling.II. On a cloudy Friday
We drape ourselves in black face paint
And hope like bandits
We’ll…
(Source: anything-but-lost)












