Why don’t we allow ourselves to cruise into someone? To drift into their awareness without deflecting the possible outcomes. Hollowing out the wants and lip-locking our closeted ‘I Love You’s.’ We’re so afraid of unbuckling our joints to shatter helplessly into the cushion of contentment. I can’t be content if I’m not with you. However, I will make do. If space is what you need then I can gift you a horizon with mileage that will only sustain on my palpitations. You can sleep next to me with your eyes wide open and I’ll be every dream you need to have. But as humans, we don’t think we need that. We’re modest about our milked emotions. We’re torn way before development could shred us. Before you could give me the chance to.