always

like a dashboard with no instruments
i am flying blind catching winky faces
giggles
references
the possibility of a broken heart

falling for it, like an empty high five
the suggestion of a team
i can't wait to hope for

stretch my mind to include this possibility
a painter trying for a larger canvas the one she has too small to hold the kingdom of acrylic flowing out of the paintbrush out of the bucket out of her mind a waterfall of dreams crashing into rocks like feathers into the palm of my hand

always