#irving.

Wiping out everything in its path

Permeating every part of me

Leaving me in ruins

Shambles of the past

But upon those ruins

Grew flowers

And those flowers whisper your name

Over and over again

From the heart in my chest

To the outer corners of my lips

You are a hurricane

And you wrap me in your bones

And put me to rest next to your heartbeat

Where I fall asleep listening to the sound of you breathing

Saving me from yourself

You are my destruction

And my peaceful redemption

for some reason , irving's hands feel clammy . like he's sweating - as if someone's going to interrogate him or something , as if someone from lumon's going to break into his home . but , nothing happens . all he does is look at the woman that seems slightly familiar to him , humming as he's listening to her words , clearing his throat .