introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mornings come too soon monday morning, 2days left. - twenty seventh of august "we live in a beautiful world." He finally came up for a second visit. Every time I'm with him...more and more surreal and beautiful. Beautiful. Like how he looks when he is sleeping. He is sleeping now, in my brothers room between hunter green sheets and under a cream coloured bedspread in the bed under the two big windows. That room used to be mine. That room was mine before I left that first time. That room was mine before the walls were painted that dark evergreen and sponged with the gold leafing. (my mother has such impeccable taste.) He makes every moment beautiful like gold leafing and breathes me full of memory, even when he is asleep. -while you were asleep- i don't want to sleep any more nights like this, nervous because someone might find us, nervous because we're being disrespectful because i really don't think we are... how can it be disrespect when its the purest thing i've evern known? and you made these days as gorgeous as the woods in which we spent them- you made every moment more real than the next. and sometimes, i look at you and its hard to believe you are real... so tall, so deliciously lovely in the light of campfire or the glow of the light in the pool. its hard to believe you are real, forcing my locked up voice to speak the truths in my head... in my heart. and you don't know... you can't possibly know... what it is to love you like this. you can't comprehend what it is to watch you sleeping and feel the overwhelming warmth. you can never know how much i love you, there simply are no words. and driving north to south south to north wheels rolling miles of pavement behind us and you singing and me singing, too... thats our love on the wind. and i want so badly to wake you but i want so badly to watch you sleep and i want so badly to be sleeping next to you that my heart is breaking with it, breaking with the distance we'll put back between us in the morning... breaking with the miles. my heart is wrenching with the days til next i see your face hear your voice hear you breathe watch you sleep. watch you sleep... i think so much when i watch you sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .what came before. - .what happened next. a diamond at the bottom of the drain - 20 october 2017 |
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