Tears fall like rain.
Every drop a shadow;
A reflection.
Faces smile back.
They laugh & dance.
These are the memories you miss.
Memories that drain into a puddle,
At the bottom of your feet.
“Beauty trickles downwards on my skin like that of raindrops falling from the blue abyss.” — Nyc.
My heart flutters to the beat of a thousand, migrating monarchs.
Dazzling the sky with bright, vibrant dances.
Every feeling lifts me higher, sending my soul into perpetual bliss.
“Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul;
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all.”
— Emily Dickinson
“Sleep, those little slices of death; Oh how I loathe them.” — Edgar Allan Poe
That’s my (r-chive) latest one. I got it because of my boyfriend and the way he makes me feel (we have a long distance relationship). I know we may not be together in 1/2/3 days/months/years but I don’t wanna ever forget that to love somebody so purely and passionately and to be loved back is the most fascinating and satisfying feeling you can ever experience. So it’s kind of a reminder to always look for that emotion and to not let go when you find it.
Got it in Burlington, VT, by the amazing Fred Johnston (check him out) in July, 2011.
This is truly what life should be all about. I admire your passion. *hearts*
My naked toes lie buried in earth’s soft skin.
Ahead of me I glance through eyes that visualize thousands of winding pathways.
A labyrinth of dreams fill my skull with overwhelming fear.
The uncertainty of my first step is sure to be the beginning or the end.
Consciousnesses no longer breathes.
Only the sweet smell of opportunity awaits my presence.
DOUBT EATS AT ME.
Doubt clogs my eyes with regretful tears.
Each one burning as every droplet cascades to the tile.
Liquid hits the floor,
throwing doubt straight back to me.
The way it clings to my flesh feels like disease.
I’m harboring a decaying monster.
A monster that used to have my face.
I walk through a field of dreams.
Each of them encompasses my blue eyes.
Spinning,
Dazzling.
Trapping me like a revolving door.
I press hard against the glass.
It does not budge.
I am forever lost in my valley of dreams.
Left with no sure discovery of self.
I remember the room being a tent of blackness. Only the soft glow of the television provided us with any sort of illumination.
Both of us gaze into the eyes of one another. Yours, a glowing chestnut brown, like the bark on a freshly grown oak, swaying and hugging the gentle breeze of the neighboring wind. Mine, a blue ocean filled with a touch of grey, glistening with beauty against the night’s cool sky. Together we capture the essence of each other’s soul, binding the ocean with the trees. This movement connects our minds and bodies in a way that seems impeccable.
As the gaze continues, so does our hold, gentle and electric; skin against skin. Your lips slowly move, causing words to dance free. “I love you,” slips loose, bringing nothing short of a smile from me.