My heart skips beats, and races at the mere thought of holding your hand. Butterflies and constant knots fill me to the brim, and I am speechless. And you are so comely, so beautiful and well-composed for this evening beneath the silver moonlight. Another ominous October sky, the lunar crescent attempts to shield her face with a wispy gauze so that no one will experience her complete elegance. Hopelessly, she chases the sun, wishing only to be reunited with her paramour in the heavens far above. Itapos;s unfortunate really, all she ever wants is to hold him, feel his warmth and glow. Still, the race is on until the morning comes..
Helicopters were hovering all around, that night spent on the beach. "This is fact, not fiction," you muttered between your chattering teeth, violently sucking down the nicotine. Feeling it burn your lungs, loving every moment in between drags. And you said you were scared, because you didnapos;t understand how helicopters could fly.. But, I know. They are the most pulchritudinous of all skycrafts, mystical and soaring high above, with their wings whipping around with ferocious speed. Humming me to sleep..
All I want is a sailboat, and some ocean to explore. Paintbrushes and blank canvas. I want to be alone, far from this place, from all that I know. Just me, my thoughts and the open sea.. On some desolate beach, out in the middle of the Mediterranean, surrounded by the grandeur of a once golden city, ancient Greece. With only some cheap wine to keep me company. And I drown myself, And I drown myself.. Basking in the radiant solar glare with a cool breeze combing the hair off my face, Youapos;re all I really need. They say that the captain stayapos;s fast with the ship.. And someday.. Someday I, too, will go down with this briney vessel. Belly up to the clouds, singing my heart out. Can you hear me when I sing?
I love you, just as you are. Full of content, and hands tied down to these lines weapos;ve written..
Words exchanged mean more than you can fathom. Our lives, our perceptions, are entirely based on the foundation of an assortment of sounds. Words, senses, emotions and faith are all we retain in this life.. Am I the only one who finds this to be completely astounding?
2 months ago,
and way beyond a Million miles away.
But each day, I smile
because I feel you standing
right next to me. <3
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