We’d stay up all night talking about the storage bins in our attics
And how each container molded the person we are now
And when I pulled down each at random how some were heavy and others light
How each bared an impact
How each carried something traumatic
Some good some bad we all have these bins in our attic

I show one bin and you’ll show me two
How my kindness allowed me to slip through your walls
Nestled between the boxes
I wish to stay inside your attic

I want to explore these bins
To delve into the containers and find the subtleties that paint them
This is where I want to spend my nights and years
Reorganize and adjust the boxes as much as you want
May I add my own bins to fill in the empty spots

With mine and yours we can create a castle
We’ll put sheets and blankets with strings of lights stretched across
This attic will be bright
We can lie on the floor of pillows or climb the the mountains we imagine
A castle for me and you to hide from the storms

Id like to make a new bin that’s full of you
How I wish it to be endless like a cave eroded from ancient waters
I love this castle where only you and I stay in