I like to throw myself at people. It's so much easier than tossing little pieces and hoping that they piece them together correctly on their own. People don't pick up on the subtleties that you hope that they will, and you will be disappointed unless you spell out who you are and why you are still alive in this crazy, awful, wonderful place. Nobody is as grey and mute as they sometimes first appear, why wait to burst with color? When I seriously want us to know one another, I'm not one for quiet hellos and empty chatter, I will attack you with giggles and dorky faces and stories and silence. I've found it's easier this way; why crawl around the important stuff and focus on the dull when you can whip out passions and see who they actually are? I'd rather find out that we don't fit together quickly, rather than finding out later that we have no place in each other's lives.
i remember sitting in the car on my way home when i was a kid and watching the night cloak the town. The moon appeared vivid and whole, and i couldn't help but wonder why he appeared brightest at the worlds darkest hour. Toying with the thought, i noticed the moon was following me home and i wondered that perhaps he only came up at night to keep the stars from feeling lonely because on that night when my soul was lost and alone in the darkness, the moon kept me company and guided me back home.
walking down the same road ive walked so many times before, i stand on the same corner of the same riverbank and i light a cigarette with the same old lighter, i can feel the warmth inside me but im still shivering from the sharp winds which whip at my cheeks, over the river there is a man with a similar appearance to my own but far older and covered in tattoos, he throws his old lighter in the water and i watch him pull out a gun from inside his jacket my eyes are fixated on the man and i cannot move for shock has paralysed me, his expression does not change as he lifts the gun to his temple, he looks at peace when he finally pulls the trigger and silence descends
i can feel your lungs rise and fall, i can feel your heart pump the blood to your veins, i can hear you sigh and squeal, i can feel you twitch in your sleep as you dream of curiosities i will never truly know. i can feel your leg stretch out knocking into mine as your your eyelids unveil my eyes, our eyes. i smile down at you, love pouring from my every particle, you yawn and squirm wriggling into my arms, i kiss your smooth forehead and listen to you giggle, i hold you tightly and my heart breaks a little knowing i will have to let you go at some point. but in this moment nothing else exists, just you me and your dad on our broken mattress in our corner of the world
see that man in suit with tears in his eyes, yh he just lost his wife and told a thousand lies, he told them its fine i can still be happy, ill raise our kids and we'll be okay, everyday he prays for the storm to disguise his agony with just another drop of rain, he looks down at his phone and sees a miscall from his beloved wife she said my dear if you could ever forgive me, i hope to see you someday in another heaven