as big as a birthday,
better than before...
one of these mornings
will be the loudest you hear.
gonna get the hell up to heaven.
and see for myself.
these wrists are slow
around my dreams.
these dreams are fast
around my wrists.
passion makes me well.
windows make me riot.
bricks make me grateful.
love tells me not to speak.
I owe you.
more than words
or intentions
or windows.
my eyes are broken.
gonna get the hell up to heaven.