Coco

And eating cherries in the morning, I think about Icarus

Young, Golden, Brilliant Boy

So overcome by the freedom

So overcome by the ecstasy of it all

How do you know when you love someone?

I'm not talking about being comfortable around them
Or enjoying their presence.
I'm talking love love.

The late nights usually surrendered to sleep

Are instead spent rolled over on our sides

Eyelids weak and the arms that hold up our heads weaker

As we run rivers of words out of our mouths.

Friendship,

Friendship is a wonderful, beautiful, amazingly quirky thing.

It’s meeting for the first time at a random place with no expectation of getting to know anyone, until comes a simple, “Hello.”