slide with me

by Rachel Lynch in


Slip away with me, come slide with me, get high with me. We don't really need all three of these bedrooms if you really think about it, we can live without it. Sunrise never seemed so long, fire in the sky burring all day long. You have to squint with one eye because you can't take the world in, too much beauty to behold by one person.

I stare into the sky like I'm convinced I'll never die. Million dollar baby in a Manhattan sky-rise. The sun keeps kissing my cheek like it has too, a little love gesture from the almighty He.  This is what God had in mind for me.