I think that we
Will still write after
We die just as
We wrote before born
You see we have
Stardust on our fingertips
And once again above
Just watch the sky
For there we will
Write across the heavens
About all the happiness
That we had made
This time around for
The universe to read
There is one thing
That without the
The first is impossible
It is a gateway
A shortcut through yards
Warmed knife through butter
It just makes everything
Seem easier and natural
Simply fresh and organic
It allows the second
To sprout and grow
To be eventually seen
By others and recognized
The second is love
But first is laughter
There’s a traveling hack
Take half of what
You normally would pack
This is the reason
We tend to bring
Twice as much as
We will ever use
Imagine your hearts suitcase
When you move on
Only bring with you
Forward half of everything
Related to experiencing love
Why you may ask
Because when you get
To whomever you’re going
You are likely to
Never wear bad memories
And instead need room
For the good memories
You’re going to make
I have left someplace
So many times before
Leaving almost everything behind
This time it’s different
This time I feel
As if I’m going
And no longer running
This time it’s different
With no loose ends
I’ve made my peace
Here and for the
First time I’m taking
It along with me
When you say that
You love someone else
What you are really
Saying is that they’re
Enough enough for you
Perfect enough pretty enough
Funny enough kissable enough
They are not everything
What they likely are
Is everything you aren’t
And more than enough
