Jul 2014
There is a thumping beneath my pillow and it is peculiar that I wish your heart is on the other side.
It is only the dull roar of thunder cracking in the distance and my clarity is breaking because I see the lightening through my crescent window but I cannot see my thoughts spread out across an ink sky.
My notions have been clouded lately and I can't clean substances without knowing their surfaces. Nothing in my mind is behaving coherently and everything is hazy. I am losing expression and finding complication; (this is not entirely baffling because what I feel for you stretches far beyond complexity.)
This madness is a beautiful thing because I now see the simile right before me.You are like lightening: white hot and fleeting, a sight eyes with permeating pupils have the utmost difficulty of absorbing. Instantaneous and electrifying to the touch, a brush of a finger and the senses are fragmented.
I have always been fond of natures illuminations. There is something so awe filling about the unexplainable things in life. Common phenomena, if you will. So understand that whenever I am speechless around you, it has nothing to do with a loss for words or a struggle for sentences. It has everything to do with my want to smear my words across your charcoal horizon; to reach my stained fingerprints towards our white streaked atmosphere and to be scarred by your crackling kiss.
There is a thumping beneath my pillow and it is peculiar that your heart is on the other side.
It is only the dull roar of thunder cracking in the distance and my clarity is breaking because I see the lightening through my crescent window but I cannot see my thoughts spread out across an ink sky.
My notions have been clouded lately and I can't clean substances without knowing their surfaces. Nothing in my mind is behaving coherently and everything is hazy. I am losing expression and finding complication; (this is not entirely baffling because what I feel for you stretches far beyond complexity.)
This madness is a beautiful thing because I now see the simile right before me.You are like lightening: white hot and fleeting, a sight eyes with permeating pupils have the utmost difficulty of absorbing. Instantaneous and electrifying to the touch, a brush of a finger and the senses are fragmented.
I have always been fond of natures illuminations. There is something so awe filling about the unexplainable things in life. Common phenomena, if you will. So understand that whenever I am speechless around you, it has nothing to do with a loss for words or a struggle for sentences. It has everything to do with my want to smear my words across your charcoal horizon; to reach my stained fingerprints towards our white streaked atmosphere and to be scarred by your crackling kiss.
There is a thumping beneath my pillow and it is peculiar that your heart is on the other side.
