I've had the most amazing time in the last month or so.
Slept next to a beautiful woman so many of these nights and woken up different every morning. Some days i lie in bed watching her sleep for hours. Some days I get woken up after 4 hours sleep to her talking about monkeys, bananas, and masking tape... every time I the drowsiness fades into the end of dreaming, the end of dreaming into a living dream. Formless reality shifting around. My heart races, and skips a beat every now and again.
Every day I feel something different, every morning I want to add a part of myself to something else.
I feel like I'm building a painting. Every morning I add a brushstroke here or there. Reds, blues, violets, greens. An unmistakable feeling of sweetness. Smooth flowing paint trailing through our lives. I feel in colors, think in scents.
The ocean was beautiful. Soft and cool on a warm evening. Its rushing waves soothe my nerves.
Every time she wraps her arms around me I feel loved, and better, I feel loving. Something warm inside of me. The emptinesses and voids of my being melt and fill. Pouring out, like water, I am divided, seperated and made whole in every moment.
I would take her in my arms and open myself unto every moment. Eternity is lost in individual minutes, each precious and savored on the toungue. A melange of emotions elicit each individual lifetime.
Everything lost, everything gained. I stop short of dying in each moment.
Slept next to a beautiful woman so many of these nights and woken up different every morning. Some days i lie in bed watching her sleep for hours. Some days I get woken up after 4 hours sleep to her talking about monkeys, bananas, and masking tape... every time I the drowsiness fades into the end of dreaming, the end of dreaming into a living dream. Formless reality shifting around. My heart races, and skips a beat every now and again.
Every day I feel something different, every morning I want to add a part of myself to something else.
I feel like I'm building a painting. Every morning I add a brushstroke here or there. Reds, blues, violets, greens. An unmistakable feeling of sweetness. Smooth flowing paint trailing through our lives. I feel in colors, think in scents.
The ocean was beautiful. Soft and cool on a warm evening. Its rushing waves soothe my nerves.
Every time she wraps her arms around me I feel loved, and better, I feel loving. Something warm inside of me. The emptinesses and voids of my being melt and fill. Pouring out, like water, I am divided, seperated and made whole in every moment.
I would take her in my arms and open myself unto every moment. Eternity is lost in individual minutes, each precious and savored on the toungue. A melange of emotions elicit each individual lifetime.
Everything lost, everything gained. I stop short of dying in each moment.