I met you the summer into the 2nd I was trying out my new diet driving a long the 401 foot barely reaching the pedal you sang to me from a beat up CD and made me feel philosophical everything was so bright then that it hurt my eyes to see the beauty that surrounded me and the beauty that escaped me back then I didn't know anything but lonely it felt right rattling recycled thoughts through my head saying them out loud just to feel heard I knew how to handle things more softly then soft eyes for my brothers loose grip on those who wronged me so comfortable floating, unbound I was less afraid, more classically sad at least in memories sometimes I feel as if my bones will fuse, my jaw will lock with these tight-fitting worries and obligations this inability to embrace the boundaries of my body to get back would be to lose my way there is only now there is only what brought me