FoundAlongRoad

Hitting the low from running on adrenaline for days
Has me unable to communicate
And thinking bout how hard reality hits
After a few days of delusion
Cuz she’s sitting with her feet up on the table
Sunglasses on like I’ll never be able
To get the image out of my head
Every few minutes there’s a new one again
Same thoughts in my head
Like I could survive purely on the sight
The look in her eyes
And the sound of her mind
Or I could die from the overdrive it inspires
Her freckles are the stars she’s like staring at the night sky
Knowing inside she contains galaxies
Is it too late to choose to be an astronaut
Can I redo my whole life just to get back to this spot
As everything she could ever want
I think there’s no chance in this timeline
So I will only orbit and refine
My every flaw I come across to try
To just exist positively in her spaces
And marvel at her existence