A List of Things I've Made With You...
a list of things i’ve made with you:
almond cakes
paper planes that fell apart in the rain
ginger beer
a fire in a bottle (didn’t last long)
wooden carvings
fake dinosaur bones
footprints (in sand, snow, mud, ball pits)
tenderness
a list of things i want to make with you:
everything, really. i’d be ok with making everything, as long as it’s with you. i’d hand you a list of everything that’s never existed, a list that can wrap the world twice over (a really big list) and you’d read with your finger until you found something that sounded good, and you’d say let’s make this.
nothing. honestly, i’m so sick of making shit. can’t we just be, can’t we just exist? is it not enough to just lie there, stand there, occasionally kiss there? just wait and breathe as climbing onions flower underneath our fingernails and tumbleweeds take shape in our throats? or do we have to make a mark, do we have to create... why waste our time trying to make something beautiful when nothing
nothing
could ever be more beautiful than you?