loverboy you drown too quick
you're fading out of sight

i imagine mornings full of sleep, lazy wakings to the cloudy days. i imagine days slow enough to appreciate the little beautiful things that the world presents us with, slow enough to create space and bounce in it. i imagine frosty walks, and the warmth of the sofa, and the time to think about the stories. i imagine evenings spent in dark, smoked up basement rooms filled with a croony, wise voice and words telling of dreams and empty, rich days. i imagine beer, and lying in playgrounds watching the city go by. i imagine fireworks, and coming home, and nights spent writing.

home, and home, and home, and home, and home; a face to smile at, and fall asleep with