The car is holding us
And we are holding hands
And your hair is holding sunlight
And the sunlight’s holding secrets
And it tells your hair everything
And I do too.
But i can only think the things i tell.
i think
Your hair smells like just hair because it’s just too original to smell like anybody else.
And i think
i love you i love you i love you
and i am not supposed to think that.

The sunlight doesn’t think; it just holds us
and it holds I am 6pm and the train is coming soon
it holds our hair and hands that we hold together till we don’t think anymore.
and it holds: I am falling Light is
falling from your back
as we fall silent
and i fall, with light, down train tracks and dark thinking horizons:
i think
i want your hair to smell like me
i think
i have to leave now.
i think
i (don't want to) stop

holding you
Like Light.

Labels: By Ana