Your name plays like orchestral symphonies in my head.
Sweeping symbols crash as your smile crescendos in my memory.
Your long missed laughter sinking into my mind, recalling late night phone talks.
I can hear the piano keys mashing out sentences you've spelled out for me many a time.
You flow beautifully across my thoughts, only faltering within your own confidence.
You apologize for things that are purely my fault, and promise a non-wavering appreciation.
I want to rescue you from myself, but sometimes I'm not quite sure who myself even would be.
You just can't see the fun in some things...
ReplyDeleteIt’s just a bunch of winds isn’t it. You get blown and pull and pushed. Seeming out of your control. It’s always around you, always will be. But then you look at it and inspect the patterns. There is seemingly comfort in past depressions. But life is not linear. Yah fucken read slaughter house five. Choose your moments you want to live in. But remember…… just a bunch of winds. And while you might be caught up by some winds…. I am caught up in yours.
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