I want to show you my heart,

I like breakfast in bed at 9pm, I like sitting in the lonely grass when night creeps over, I like the warmth of my own tears contrasted with the cool fall of the rain, and warm hands, and making plans to run away, leaving all this behind as though it never really existed. I like dreaming of all the things I could be even if I never really wanted to, I like pictures that make me think and words that make me feel. I like my multitudes of photographs, I like the relationships that have changed everything, the fog of my breath on winter's unforgiving mornings and deep oak eyes. I like the first crack of sunlight as it creeps over the mist of midnight, I like driving through suburbs I don't know imagining different lives that I may have had, and driving in between streetlights watching the shadows fall on your face. I like recognizing people by the sounds of their footsteps, I like that I am more than all of my broken parts, I like than Ben Harper continued my forever and Bon Iver found a secret understanding of love in a blood bank. I like all of the memories floating through my consciousness and I like that sometimes, even on the ugliest of days, this world still has so many beautiful and important things that are like magic, kept beneath the shadows for when we need them the most.