Nate

I’ve small hands but big eyes to memorise moments of wonder when I see them sprinkled across deserted sidewalks and everyday crevices.

I’ve gotten used to being on the outside looking in but with you, I feel like I can live out the story that exists within my Imaginarium.

And it’s no less real than my wildest dreams only for the first time, that world has materialised into something tangible in technicolour.

Everything’s been backward but baby I’m starting to think I was just facing the wrong way.

If eternity lasts in circles, then stepping stones don’t matter. And if this isn’t magic, then I don’t know what is.

So take me to the place where the harbour ends and we’ll leave our fears nestled quietly in the soles of our shoes, where they can be forgotten in lieu of a life that could be.