white gloves.

so it seems to steady. a gentle rocking that i am growing accustomed to. i can brace myself for the letdowns just as i can be guarded on the upswings. i sustain no damage at this point. i can see when it is best to hold the rail and just hold steady as the ship pitches starboard, and i have the presence of mind to not through myself headlong towards the railing when the waters look most appealing. this is a careful game we are playing, white gloves on a marble chess board pronounce the moves with quiet elegance. right now i am all smiles with this. i know not to get overly involved, but at the same time, i get to feel my heart race when our hands brush, when you set your eyes on me. maybe it will grow old as all things do with time, or maybe it will just end, its for a blind-folded fortuna to spin the wheel and decide the winner. right now my feet feel steady, my head clear, and my hopes are arching for the blue skies. the fall is starting, and i am starting to fall. slowly though, i am not going to get ahead of myself, the careful dance continues, like the one in your parent's kitchen, locked in a ray of sunlight so many months ago. the last time i felt truly alive was with you in my arms as book of love played through the radio. now i'm starting to get that feeling again. i'm not sure if i like it.

listening to -

falling out of love at this volume - bright eyes
violet hill - coldplay
you can do better than me - death cab