What does it mean to think? Is it like building a house; base, floor, walls, roof, doors, interior?
How long does it take to let go? What should be the allotted time?
How does it feel to be loved? Is it like flying with a strong wind carrying you higher and higher, until everything you know is small and distant? Should it be something that exists?
Can I build a home for you? For Me? Will you stay in it? Can it even last to stay empty?
What do you say to us running.. Never stopping.. until ourselves are left behind and there is only what is ahead?
And if it were up to you and I, would we plant differently? Even if we could change, why?
Let the music build, let the sun rise, open the doors and windows to your soul, breathe in what is fresh and pure, come inside, let it happen and I shall hold you.. I shall protect and comfort you when everything is wrong.
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