Casile Naomi

i'm sitting here feeling extremely nostalgic. i flew home tonight from spending 10 days at mikes house in ottawa. it was incredible. i don't care how corn dog this post sounds so screw off to anyone reading and deal with my girliness or just stop reading. he is my everything. i can't even explain. whenever someone asks me about him i just get all red and retarded which is weird cause i'm not like that, and i may seem like i don't have much to say about our relationship but it's genuinely because it can't be put into words without it sounding cliche or rehearsed, because he is it. like all the movies and all the rom coms and all dat shite. that's him. seriously. it's crazy. i've never loved anyone like i love him. and i can say that without feeling the need to justify it to anyone because i know it's true. i feel as though i am quiet about him and i (as in i don't gush about it much to other people) because it's something so sacred...

we put the deserted in our childhood red wagon now it's gone- our older souls broke it we found the lost ones- remember we were scared to pick them up never knew if we could be gentle enough know our kid hands used to be fear now they'd get crushed we used to play in the grass and the leaves never concerned about keeping things clean we were the free ones- always swaying with the wind the desires of our hearts never abandoned now seems we're frequently lost are we too easily beckoned it wants to go back to see how it's grown all the places my heart calls home take me to maple, the river, your arms, drive me down those dirt roads sing me a song over dogs as they bark one more time show me the old panorama the woods, the trails, the fields and the brick take me back to Butler, Alabama. call me sugar in a house full of smoke hand me a cold glass bottle of coke