I want to know the simpler truths. the ones that still bleed. the ones that still grow under all of the light we cannot see. the ones still comfortable with us on the days when we are no bigger than our local haunts and favorite songs. the ones that remind us that the world will spin on long after each of us is gone.
I want to set one of the great fires, and try to begin again. I want to make sure I take care of all of my friends. I want to remember that we aren't above each other, and that every heart has its clenched-fist secrets. that we all feel that hunger, and when we find its food we're willing to steal it.
I want to move into the city you are, and learn what you mean. I want to step into your good dark, and wander sober through your streets.