Will We - Nana Grizol

And will we ever feel that way again?

Like, we were so close

that we could live inside of one another’s skin.

Like we all showed up in this town to make something new and good begin.

Will we ever be able to call one another

my my surrogate sister or brother without

being kinda cynical about its implications?

Well, past few years.

I guess they’ve been pretty weird,

i’m sure i left cause i was bored,

or maybe scared of what it means

when something little comes between you

and everything you ever hoped or worked for.

But now all i can say is «friend dont go away,

you know it kills me when we leave.»

but when i’m 9 hours on a bus,

i look at photographs of us and

i truley do believe its what we need;

to go back to Portland but

even anywhere in france,

and find that shiver for your spine

to keep you growing like a vine,

and baby never stick too close to your plans.

And the best books of our lives are

being written all the time but

not even one of them is anywhere close to finished yet.