Someday you will find me.

I don’t know how I know, but I know you’ll start searching. You’ll spend years tracing where I’ve gone. What I’ve done. Who I’ve been with. What I’m wearing. What matters to me. You’ll look. You need to.

Someday you will find me.

Caught in some rainy weather. In some place. In some atmosphere. In some second of some minute of some day.

You’ll happen to find me.

Time will move fast and slow, all at the same time. The cars will speed. The clouds will still cry. The breeze will avoid us. No wind will move our lungs to breathe in its life. The tempo of the day lies flat on its face, but rages on like a cannon ball through the sky. We were getting high. Off love. Off pain. Off you. Off me. Lap it up. Enjoy this moment of glory. Times are changing. Things are getting harder. Thank God that they have such things as parachutes, because we’re coming down.

You will find me.

And thank god that they have such things as dreams., because those will be the things that lead you to me. We were flying until reality drug us back down to this earth. This third rock from the sun. This home. This house. This everything.

I wish those clouds would cry and cry and cry. Then I could believe that heaven has always been hiding from us.

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