Back to you.

This is just a little something I put together to summarize my current ailment. Certain days are more difficult than others. Today is colored in hues of blue melancholy. The following is definitely not surface level Sarah (refer to "An Onion" for explanation).

No matter what changes… my love remains the same
(growing stronger all the time)
It doesn’t matter if we fast
If we aren’t talking
Or if we are talking
Something consistently brings me back to you
It always comes back to you

The Lord comforts me while we’re apart
He fills me in ways I can’t comprehend
Yet this void in my heart, where you’re supposed to be, remains
The space doesn’t belong to anyone but you
You’re the only shoe that fits, the only key that unlocks

This doesn’t make sense
It doesn’t make sense to be without you
To not step it up; giving this thing everything we have
Everything we are
One day you’ll decide to take me on a hot air balloon
And you’ll see we’re more blessed than we ever thought possible

Oh to remove the cage of fear that suffocates us
Or dissolve the titanium bond that connects us
The air collapses in my lungs
Going numb… Don’t want to grow numb.