The fear of being asked what I want is coupled with the desire to just be asked, so I can answer.

The answer being, there are two desires that compete for first place in my heart:

I want you to be happy forever. And,

I want you forever.

So ultimately I am faced with the age-old question, is love wanting someone or wanting them to be happy?

I think the answer is I want to be the one who makes you happy.

 I search for you in every dream

Hibernation

I need the snow to keep falling,

To cover my fears and anxieties

In a white blanket.

To freeze it all, 

So nothing changes

Until our spring arrives.

I need to keep sleeping,

To keep hibernating,

To keep dreaming.

Once I found myself standing in the snow while praying for rain.

Now I beg for the harshest winter

Not to numb the pain,

But to keep everything in tact,

To stay the same.

To allow a season of rest

So that we may once again grow.

So keep falling,

Keep falling,

Keep falling in love, dear snow.

The things I think

When I'm alone

I play music a little louder

And dance in the kitchen

When I'm in transit

I have an existential crisis about how we are eliterqlly carrying around our most important possession our lives, and launching it across wide areas where anything could happen.

Word.