anchor

i have grown weary of aimless nights, of wandering without direction, of chasing hours that fade into mornings with nothing to hold onto but silence

so take my hand, and lead me somewhere that feels like you, to the small, quiet places you love. the ones the world easily overlooks. but somehow mean everything

let me see what you see,

feel what you feel,

and discover the world again

not as something distant,

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but as something shared

i’ve grown tired of wandering without direction, of nights that stretch too far into the morning

take me somewhere soft, somewhere yours

to the little places you love without reason

let me see the world through your eyes

and take me to try foods i've never had before

as if i’m discovering life again,

but this time, with you