Description
From Chapter 44, “Front Desk,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act II: Soul to Soul.
The title of Belle's response to Aaron's Heart Jumps is: Dreams. This song invites us into a delicate space where vulnerability and hope coexist without easy answers. It gently explores the tension between fear and trust, revealing the quiet courage it takes to remain open when love feels uncertain. The music offers a compassionate reflection on the complexities of connection, encouraging you to sit with feelings that are often left unspoken. Listening to this song can be a balm for anyone learning to hold tenderness amid doubt and to find a deeper understanding of what it means to truly see and be seen.
Lyrics
You dream in colors I’ve never worn,
I wake up braced for what gets torn.
You feel in oceans, deep and wide,
I’ve learned to swim where I can hide.
You picture futures, stitched and sure,
I count the cracks I can’t ignore.
It’s not your love that makes me bend,
It’s how it asks me not to end.
You build forever, strong and fast,
I’m scared of what forever asks.
I’ve seen how promises can break,
How staying costs more than escape.
You don’t just want me, you see “us,”
A shared breath, quiet, dangerous trust.
White sheets, closed doors, a world shut out,
You call it faith, I call it doubt.
It’s not desire I’m running from,
It’s loving till there’s nowhere to run.
You think once built it won’t fall apart,
I know how sirens split a heart.
I live alert, I live aware,
Waiting for flames in open air.
You talk of love that stood its ground,
While judgment circled all around.
But love don’t stop the cruel from seeing,
Or shield the scars that come from being.
What’s the price that no one shows,
When the door shuts and the room goes cold?
What do two brave people say,
When courage costs them every day?
You’d say the fight is always right,
That love is worth the longest night.
I wish I knew I’d still stand tall,
When love can’t stop the final fall.
You see a woman soft and sure,
Unafraid to let you explore.
But I’m still learning how to stay,
Without giving myself away.
Wanting is easy, trust is not,
Hope is the deepest, tender spot.
Still… there’s a quiet truth I feel,
The way you see me feels too real.
You don’t look past the broken seams,
You love the cracks inside the dream.
If love was meant for more than one,
For lifting when the strength is gone,
Then maybe fear is what I mend,
When I imagine how this ends.
I’m not ready to stay asleep,
But something in me’s stirred too deep.
If I’m changed and never say,
Maybe love already found its way.
