souls embark

words in whispered mumblings because we cannot afford to give our secrets away to the walls. in the space between us the air is thin, our ears are heightened to catch every syllable, every crack. close but our eyes are distant; further apart but our gazes meet. not like the old days anymore - the small words are blanketed with reassurance: in the mess things are okay. things are okay. in the most casual and comfortable of hugs and muffled words we know it is okay to rely.