Maybe one day;

When you’ve flown enough heights

to reach the skies you never knew existed; 

When you’ve grasped the stars

and things you thought you could never comprehend; 

When you’ve seen all the colours

that your big brown eyes can capture in your memory; 

When you’ve had too many dead end conversations

with yourself in the middle of the night;

When you’ve drank one too many glasses

and get temporarily intoxicated in the high of others’ company;

When you’ve tried it all to make you feel alive…

Your heart will know that nothing in the universe

and I mean nothing

can make you fly again,

grasp all the freckles in the sky,

make new colours exist, 

fill your head with words that blow your mind,

and perpetually intoxicate you

like hearing that thump in your heart

when your hand finds its way in mine.