I feel so honoured that I can laugh 'bout how they would envy what we have. My younger selves would have never thought real life love is sweeter than fiction. But when we kiss on this bed we bought, I think with undying conviction, I love us.
I met him first when I was 13,
Someone significant, though I was unsure how.
I met him again when I was 18,
An old friend trying to show me the pieces.
I met him once more when I was 22,
The road to reason, a guiding star, the person I could be.
I met him finally, almost 23,
The person I wanted since I was 13.
A fragile concept constructed, and why?
A result of seeing the visible few
The dream, vague like clouds in the sky
Edges hazy, shifting and changing too
Eventually disappearing altogether
under the heat of an analytical gaze
But why does it feel
Like affection falls flat
As if love isn't real
Or maybe just that
When drops of color
Cascade into water
A kaleidoscope maybe
Or greys together
Like relentless wind
Steals breath from lungs
Intense feelings
Yank words from tongues
Why did they wait
As stones behind teeth
When now they escape
Like birds just freed
I cannot hear
And I cannot see
But it does not matter
Where I will be
I know I'm falling
It's gravity
Nothing I'm trying
Is slowing me
I'm falling into this forest blind
The air swirling in my ears so loud
Three words dance freely in my mind
Yet sit like stones in my mouth
I feel so honoured that I can laugh 'bout how they would envy what we have. My younger selves would have never thought real life love is sweeter than fiction. But when we kiss on this bed we bought, I think with undying conviction, I love us.
I met him first when I was 13,
Someone significant, though I was unsure how.
I met him again when I was 18,
An old friend trying to show me the pieces.
I met him once more when I was 22,
The road to reason, a guiding star, the person I could be.
I met him finally, almost 23,
The person I wanted since I was 13.
A fragile concept constructed, and why?
A result of seeing the visible few
The dream, vague like clouds in the sky
Edges hazy, shifting and changing too
Eventually disappearing altogether
under the heat of an analytical gaze
But why does it feel
Like affection falls flat
As if love isn't real
Or maybe just that
When drops of color
Cascade into water
A kaleidoscope maybe
Or greys together
Like relentless wind
Steals breath from lungs
Intense feelings
Yank words from tongues
Why did they wait
As stones behind teeth
When now they escape
Like birds just freed
I cannot hear
And I cannot see
But it does not matter
Where I will be
I know I'm falling
It's gravity
Nothing I'm trying
Is slowing me
I'm falling into this forest blind
The air swirling in my ears so loud
Three words dance freely in my mind
Yet sit like stones in my mouth
Red-eye flight at the end of July by Echo-AC, literature
Literature
Red-eye flight at the end of July
Catching the red-eye flight
at the end of July
for something I had wanted
far too long
Looking down at 3 am
City lights scattered and clustered
creating constellations, galaxies
Winding highways like solar flares
I wished upon those city stars
As I placed my bags on the bench
in the chill of the early morning
Someone sauntered over
He stood with his hands in his pockets
waiting for me to notice
And when I looked up
I saw the edges of my dream
blend into reality
I've been practicing some life drawings recently, as break from my studying. Just under one hour each. If anyone has stock they recommend, let me know!