lay down your arms now

see the world
find an old fashioned girl
and when all's been said and done
it's the things that are given, not won
are the things that you want

i'm breaking down the boys' fort and playing kissing games with tickling and non-diegetic (or is it diegetic?) uproars of giggles and hand-grabbing. i'm being an old-fashioned girl and using too many hyphens, but i'm finding it harder to push away the insecurities and the nagging of a mind too concentrated on the things that ultimately don't matter. i'm losing my focus into words and theories and scents, closing my eyes and trying to grab the reins from the dispassionate and impossibly stubborn and self-righteous contexts of life simply working out.

i'm rushing the fort with t's and holy shoes (hole-y, not saintly), obscure and idiosyncratic, and he's kissing me through murmurings and questions and terror and mock indignation. and he's kissing me with the lights off, and i'm kissing him with my eyes closed, and i'm falling faster.

i'm toppling the fort with scores of laughter and breathlessness, and it'sworkingit'sworkingit'sworking.

maybe he's falling too