Far Away by Phalon Narwhal

imes are good, and so is young life.

overdue embraces and wholesome talk.

spinning and yelling,

deep in the city,

attempting to capture the moments

with a quick c l i c k.

seeing you
is crawling for days in a hot forest
and taking the very first leap
into a waiting, knowing, riverside

here comes the flood.
what to do first? what not to do first.
what to do last? what not to do last.
what to put off,
what to do now.
what to say to you.
what honest things to say to you,
what to keep to myself

how to look at you, or look into you.
either way,
better hold on,
hold on with crossed stubborn arms,
for these memories are worth far more than liquid gold.

seeing you is the very first leap
into a waiting, knowing, riverside.

the love of my life,
is the love that exists
between good friends and i.

so young and full of dreams are we
let's make plans without writing them down
let's speak how we want and do what we want
let's be loud together like good friends are
and disregard what others think about it

goodbyes are for those
who will not meet again; not us,
for at the bounds of a few selected paths
that our early souls have not yet walked,
are several more
very first leaps
into a waiting, knowing riverside.

"i just wanted to hold..."

see you.