Sunday, June 20, 2010

something solid

You are my something solid.

My rock.

My foundation.

My safe place.

And the threat of you leaving,
it feels like the very world tilting beneath my feet.


I always dreamed about being "grown up."
If I'd known it looked like this, I would have dreamt of other things.
(it's overrated)

1 comment:

  1. goodness...i agree "grown up" is overrated and my world is tilting quite a bit...