Storms

So maybe I've already been here before. Maybe I've said these words before, always too soon and never with the right meaning I have in my mind, where they started from. Even now as I ramble about some words that I have perfectly constructed into a picture in my head, it comes out as a mess. Maybe it's because I'm just so excited to share what I've thought about. Maybe I try too hard without keeping my feet on the ground. Maybe I should think of things differently sometimes. Because maybe real life isn't like the world I day-dream in sometimes. Maybe other people have tried what we are trying and failed. Maybe they didn't believe in it strongly enough. Maybe they did, and it just didn't work. Sometimes it happens. And maybe I'm always a little too serious. Well, I know I'm too serious sometimes. So let me be serious one last time, at least for a while. Maybe this is all crazy. But maybe we can be happy. Maybe this is what it takes sometimes. Maybe this is what they write stories about, movies about. Maybe this is the story grandparents tell to their grandkids about how this all used to be. I hope so. Maybe this is one more storm to brave. And maybe we'll make it out, maybe we won't. But for you, it's always worth it. Being with you will always be worth any price or any pain or any thing. Alright, enough of that.

I have to float back down to the earth once in awhile, I get too caught up looking at how beautiful the sky is. But I think sometimes, it's nice to look at life that way, like nothing bad is going to happen because from where you're standing, everything in life is just gorgeous. We all need a little light like that sometimes. So I promise to keep my feet on the ground while I look at the sky if you promise to spend a little time with me in the clouds...