i want the hissing of summer lawns or just the bench in my backyard. i need the sand that circles your eyes from the south shore to my bedside dresser drawer. this is where i keep my everythings. i breathe so heavy not to be confused with the wind carrying summer news. where was the time really spent, but in my head? too many ghost stories to tell. so let's not watch the fear flow back again because the connections we make hold so much weight and gravity can be so unkind sometimes and our hands don't stay open for long so i'll hold nothing, wish myself well and move on, i'm gone. but when did we learn to lie? soften your eyes, keep drawing lines to cross and realize love doesn't belong to us. we cast spells and spirals that spin webs for miles, sing. in the motion of these moments we find 'right now' as we already are.