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At one point during our lives, I think we should all be given 3 small pills. After waking up from a particularly rough night and during those long chunks of your life when things seem to be quite pointless, life should present us with a box. In this box will be 3 small pills. I'm sure we will juggle these pills around in our hands and spend some time staring at the ceiling after seeing what these pills represent.We might sigh and smoke a few cigarettes or have a cup of tea. The first pill say "End it All". There are no clarifications or further details. This could mean anything or nothing but maybe nothing is what you will choose.
The second pill will say "Forget it All". Forget what? Forget everything? The feel of sand between your toes, or the slight pressure of a lover's hand?
The third pill will be the smallest and it will say "Start Again". From where? From what time? I can't say if the pills would work the same for every person. Or what would happen if you happen to take a chance and swallow all 3 pills at the same time. Maybe something wonderful will happen...or maybe not. I would like to see this small box appear one morning on my desk. I would like the option to roll these pills between my fingers for a few moments. I would like to know what I would choose, or if I would choose any at all. |
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WAITING. Seems like that's all I ever do. |
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He told me to hold my breath one day and make a wish while we were driving. I asked him why and he replied that it was because we were going to go through a tunnel. I wasn't sure what he meant but I took a big breath and held it. We stared each other and his grip on my hand tightened as the tunnel went on. My lungs were burning and I began to tap my toes. Then we were through, and light flooded in along with air. I turned to him and asked him why we had to do that. He smiled and said that if you hold your breath when driving through a tunnel and make a wish, it will come true. He never did tell me what he wished for that day. |
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Sometimes I don't think you realize how beautiful you are to me. Even your flaws look flawless. It's like my eyes have automatic Photoshop vision. Your jaw line is strongly set and often times rough from your stubble. And your lips, God those lips. Those full lips that are always slightly parted in such a way that make my lips never want to part with them and beg for just one more touch. The bridge of your nose that is slightly higher than what I usually see but makes me want to run my finger down your nose. Your cheekbones that make me want to stroke your face all the time. Your eyes. Those warm brown eyes and long lashes that are longer than mine and brush your cheekbones lightly when you blink. Those eyes that look at me so gently, so lovingly as if I'm the most beautiful person you've ever set your gaze on. It just melts my heart ever so gently. You're like diamonds. You sparkle in my eyes and when the sun hits you just right, you shine so brightly that my eyes hurt. You're so bright that you cast a shadow on me. Sometimes when you are sleeping, I can't help but wonder, just how perfect could you possibly get? Beautiful doesn't begin to describe you and no combination of words could ever describe the sheer beauty that is you. You're so beautiful to me my love. I hope you know that, I really do. |
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I really wish I had someone to talk to.
Someone who I could talk with with for hours and still feel like there is more to be said.
I'm really starved for a good conversation. It's been so long. |
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