We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes,with tastes we have swallowed, and bodies we have tempered. I know you will come and carry me out to the palace of winds. That's what I wanted,walking in such a place with you, with friends, and earth without maps.
I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. and it's not because that I'm lonely..when you realize you wanna spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.