i like thinking about him.
for some reason, the thought of him is calming.
the warm wind on a new spring day,
the smell of coffee after a long nap,
the creamy peanut butter on toast.
but on other days the thought of him comes hurling in like a bowling ball.
the wind before a hurricane,
the feeling before a sneeze,
the falling in a dream.
and i cant decide if your the eye of the hurricane,
or the chaos that comes with it.
