01-30-10
white days like this (only come once a year)
And we are sitting in your car. The snow is falling around us. We can’t see out the windows. It is a white blanket. Beautiful. I slide open the sunroof and place my hand against the glass. I want the snow to melt in the shape of my hand. I want to make sure I am alive, breathing, warm. I want to make sure this is really happening.
And you are pouring out your life. The words are so hard for you to say. I look you in the eye to make sure you know I’m not scared. My words are few. I want you to know I understand. I want you to keep talking. Keep pouring.
Our heads are leaned back, looking up as though we’re searching the stars for some answers. (They don’t exist. That’s okay). You place your hand next to mine on the glass. It’s much bigger than mine. You are alive. Breathing. Warm. This is really happening.
(title song: from ‘white days’ by the juliana theory)
