all that i know

You know the language I keep hidden, there is a key that I've lost and you've made an imprint in your mind of the carvings on the handle. The lock opens and I duck at the recoil but you are standing with your shoulders tall admiring the mess I've made. It is the friendship that withstands the force of catastrophes we created and blankets me. There is comfort in knowing there is something worth losing. The fear makes you sprint towards the comfort and the finish line is never ending, stretching to see you standing at the very end. So you keep running, there is someone to run to, just awaiting you. Your legs are battered and bruised, your heart pulsates through your veins and your heartbeat echoes through your ears but you keep running, because there is someone to run to. All that I know, all that I pretend to know is from you. The scriptures of your thoughts scream at me but I never tell it to quiet. I tell it to keep reading, knowing that there is light in your words. The mundane doesnt seem unoriginal, sitting in the hall listening to the same stories we seem to keep reminiscing, the laughter that comes sounds like a symphony that we composed. You tell me you like the way I cook, I make a feast. You tell me I look good in the colour brown, the hues paint my wardrobe. We drink cheap wine and talk about how we were such strange children, it doesnt seem strange to me because I still see her in you. You cut your hair and I am taken back to the time we sat in the park under my society awaiting an adventure. Your hair is longer now, unruly even, but I see an adventure in the way you enter my room at oddly hours with a new story to share everyday. You say you want to paint your nails, I buy the lacquer. You say you want to go to a new bar that is two hours away, I put on my best outfit. You say you want to lay in silence, I lay beside. All that I know, all that I pretend to know is from you.