The Petrol Heart && The Dream Catcher

 
I knew a boy who couldn't be caught in the moment.
Scared to stop moving.
Numb.
He had to keep going.
Couldn't savor the world on his tong.
Scared his past would catch up on him.
Petrol heart; Kept moving.
He loved a girl.
Who spent her days as a dream catcher.
She lived for a moment, letting it pass so she could enjoy the next. She loved what she saw...
..until it came to herself.
He loved her.
Every imperfection; he loved more.
He thought she could be stubborn to live like the ocean.
Chaotic to calm flow.
She made him feel less numb.
And he spent some nights on her shoulder.
He loved her for her compassion and the gentle tone she gave his life.
But he was scared to hurt such a fragile substance,
And more so of losing her.
"Slow down."
"stop being so afraid."
She'd say.
He was still scared.
He knew how delicate the dream catcher was...
.. she knew too.
But never did she say it.
He also knew; she wasn't going to be without him
and for him to come along with her
he needed to stop moving.
He would.
For her.
Because he loved the dream catcher.
And she loved the petrol heart.