Thinking about what makes us happy, keeps us at ease. |
You know, outside, feeling the rolling breeze, I feel this incredible sense of contentment. The warm licks of air roll, and my hair dances with the freedom. I am almost overwhelmed with a sense of pride. I continue to rise higher and higher from what I had always assumed would be my destiny. I no longer want to change my skin so that I may blend in with the dregs of faceless people. The streetlights really seem to glow at midnight, as I am kicking imaginary rocks down and around the neighborhood where I currently reside. And knowing I may be the only one, the lone soul, is invigorating. I want to sing loud enough to hear the irritated voices of my neighbors screaming at me. Pleading for me to stop so that they can resume what I only imagine to be an orgasmic slumber. Me, I don't; scratch that, can't sleep. Haven't really in years. I close my eyes and the ever whirring of my thoughts keep me alert and irritated. But, thats okay for now. I can stay awake as long as I have a happy mind. And while walking, I meditate silently, seeing your figure in the haze. I would kiss you, by the shallow blue-black starlit path, but I won't let my mind trick me into believing that you could actually be there. How long has it been since you left? Hours? Maybe more like fragments. I don't keep time in numbers anymore, just lengths of heartache. I want you to be the one who keeps me at ease. I want your lips to be those that heaven has tried so hard to convince me that poison lay upon the edges. Those smooth round edges, I leaned into one too many times and I am hooked. I no longer believe that I was meant for the lonliest of lives. I have hope that I will find happiness in the gaze of such an easy sight. And let it be known that if you were to tell me that you too want to stay just a fraction longer, I would spin dizzily and collapse in a wonderous and happy talespin. It nears me closer to the ground from which your kiss has lifted me up from. And I would never be the wiser. Just moonstruck and young. |