Above and Below

Communication

In this world, it's so important
Concentration, communication.

Effort is necessary. But how can we be expected to when our parents are infected with expectations we can't hold.

Concentration, communication.

That's what brought us together. Instant connection, no redirection just plain conversation, confirmation that we will be safe together.

Concentration, communication.

The fear that I will loose you
And it's the words I hear that make me mortified, that whatever love you give you sort of have to hide. So far back in the closet it's kind of sad, the one sweater that's not chosen because it's bad. She believes that we are the inevitable deterioration itself. But we will watch her dry heave on the words that we breathe to each other. The ones she can't delete, erase. Because she can't stop the way our communication works, lips to lips, face to face.

Concentration. Communication.

No words can describe what we share and it's not like anything drastically horrible can happen, so why does she even care? But it doesn't matter, nonetheless. You can't resist. You can't stop love once it starts. There's no pause, rewind, or stop button. Love is equal on all parts, so long as it continues. So that's what we do. Do we continue?