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Summer

  • May. 1st, 2012 at 3:48 PM
silence
They're equally separated, hanging lightly a few inches above the furry brown platform.  I see through them, spaces of light that reach and creep toward my toes.  I stare out wishing it was more than just a bare lot of machinery and hope that one day the crashing waves would eventually come knocking.  It's not much to ask for, the salty smell, the soft floor, or even the stinging wetness as it hits my eyes, I want it all.

Once I was stood for a long time in one place and stared as far as my sight could carry.  I love that feeling of being drawn and swallowed, the sliding of my feet toward a never ending watery path.  I'm always happy there . . .alone and happy.  

I dream of him still, on the large ship with the two fold-out chairs at its northern most point.  We still sit, watch, and listen to the soothing crashes and he watches me as I embrace this coat of feelings.  

I'm going soon, to see you my old friend, the one who believes in hands and my mind.  You know my style and you know my love for words.  I miss our innocent youth and the way we never thought about the troubles and evils in the world, but we had to grow up.

It's almost time for the sun's rage to return and I gladly welcome it.

Opened

  • Jan. 1st, 2012 at 4:05 AM
silence
It's too bad it did change everything.
  • Mood: disappointed disappointed
  • Music:Ladytron - White Elephant

<3

  • Nov. 26th, 2011 at 11:48 PM
couch
You look so fine,

I want to break your heart, and give you mine.
  • Mood: relieved relieved
  • Music:You Look So Fine - Garbage

It Was On That Day. . .

  • Nov. 20th, 2011 at 2:11 AM
dreamin
Monday
I was starting to think I'd never be over it and then I woke and realized I was.  I think when I separate things, right and left, I am able to make more informed decisions than when it's all meshed into one single unit.  Sometimes I think back, and yeah of course, it seemed plausible, and maybe even one day it could be REALity, but that's contradicting myself, because it's not reality.

Tuesday
I breath.  I listen.  There are beats that come fast and those that are slow, some that pace more evenly, and those that have the longest pauses.  It's in those pauses I think is where I wanted to be.  It was still, lifeless, idle, and yet wholesome all at the same time.  I was existing in that space but also I was vacant, I could see it all and be nothing at once.  I was in control.

Wednesday
I looked down at my feet as they stepped over each line and I saw a dark stain.  It had a shape I was too familiar with, the curves down the bridge, the indentions on the sides, and the two dots that matched the sky.  I whistled a tune I knew it would love, that is, if it were alive.  It whistled back, I could hear it between my ears, you were happy that I knew it was you.

Thursday
Today I stopped pretending and I did let it go, but tomorrow, things might be different.  I won't let it, because I still have that control.  It's a memory tied up, not tight, but loose enough to let it come back later. . .much much later.


I Was There, That One Time

  • Nov. 15th, 2011 at 11:31 PM
couch
I'm glad you're traveling, it's been long over due.  I know you've said before, that searching is something you've put off for a long time, but is searching for it going to make it happen any sooner? Tip toe tip toe you went across the creek, you saw a small creature running through the half inch blades of grass, he has tiny ears and a grey coat, a friend you've been missing.  You left him there.

You're looking back at your reflection in the glistening watery floor, do you see it?  I do.  

Sometimes they say there are two, a special two, that are undeniably true, it's something that only happens once each time you live one of your lives.  You don't always know it, that's why they say things like "life passes you by"  and it's cause you're not expecting it.  When you search for it, it runs further from you; you can't just go after something that just has to happen on its own.  It could've happened, just not in this life. 

You kept on walking, you thought you'd never let go of what was underneath, but you had to.  Your search has only started, but you walked passed it, while it stood there in the soft green lush.  Was that it?  How can we be sure. . .because half knows and the other half doesn't, which makes it all the more frustrating, that's just how it works.

The next time you walk through this small creek, you'll remember and have flashes and warmth hit you from either side and you will smile, because then you'll know what I knew all along.

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