..ode to Brooklyn, Reno..

do you have any idea what you hold in your hands?

I swear there is a light surrounding your every gesture,
full of things that keep me in constant wonder,
wanting to always know more, wanting you always beside me,
because you are the only person I know that has perfected
flying with your feet placed firmly in the ground.
oh
you
you
you.
thank you for your solitude.
your constance.
I can't imagine anything without you..
because you feel so much but move through painlessly.
how?
I'm pretty sure you don't know.
just your own struggle of grace.your own redefined preseverance.
you move mountains with a blink of your lashes, and change worlds effortlessly.
you.
you.
you.
thank you for having me.
I couldn't do it without you.