We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night...
Every lover is a storm chaser. Every good heart has lost its roof.
I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean during a lightning storm cuz I'd rather be left for dead than wondering what thunder sounds like.
I have always been comfortable weathering the storm. I’d like to get more comfortable weathering the sunny day.