I remember
You were walking to the fire pit with that stupid, wonderful, lost little boy look in your eyes
I remember
We talked about dirt bikes
I remember
You laughed at pretty much everything every single one of us said
I remember thinking
"Man, shut the hell up, already!"
I remember the next several weeks
You annoyed the hell outta me

I DON'T remember the day you first felt like a friend
I DO remember all the things you taught me
Laughter
Like all the joy in the world is bubbling directly through your soul
Silliness
Letting the world think you're crazy when all you're doing is having fun
Gentleness
Letting go of yourself and doing the right thing for the sake of others, so that they may feel..
Love
A friendship so full, deep, and rich; the first time we saw each other after several months all we could do was laugh
Literally
For like fifteen minutes straight
You made my soul feel whole

I don't remember when we started to drift
I don't recall the day it began
But suddenly, I realized I was losing my best man
I tried so hard to clutch you in my hands!
But you continue to slip through my fingers like sand
Slowly, slowly you disappear
And sometimes I catch a glimpse
A frail, fleeting glimpse
So intact and incredible
It is but a glimpse

Then away you go
Where you glow and you glow and you glow and you glow
For someone else to know
And I'm having a hard time letting go

I'm stuck in a love coma

But I can hear him whispering to me how he loves to kiss my lips,
Delights in pulling his fingertips up my legs,
And how my moans and writhes thrill him into ecstasy.

I'm paralyzed

But I can feel his weight on my body moving from my supple ******* to my long, long legs,
And I can feel his lips move from the back of my knee to the top of my thigh,
And my entire being glows as his mouth meets my neck and his hot, perfect **** slips inside me.

He makes the sweetest love to me I've ever known.

It awakens my soul and everything around me is beautiful.  

And we together are mystically superb.

You have given my heart such a warm glow,
Mind awakened, words, shall flow.

Flowers glowed-
Juxtaposed behind
Glowing end of cigarette.
They glowed with vibrance,
The cigarette looked dead.
The holder looked
Somewhere in between.
Bland slated eyes
Livened with churning nicotine,
Heart speeding
In context of
Present company.
He held the cigarette
Delicately,
A union
With lips
Leaving chills
To smolder up from her feet and
Out from spine.
The air was cold
But she looked at the smoke
Knowing the heat
In his body was close
Enough
To fable heat in her own body
And test morals.
She was watching his lips too much
And broke her gaze away,
Directing eyes
To watch the flowers.
They angered in red,
Disappointed they hadn't
Held her eyes completely.
But she massaged their petals,
Scrutiny turning up satisfied
As it danced along the lines.
His smoke hazed the lines and she couldn't help but look back
At his eyes,
His mouth,
And listened still
As he murmured words
That hardly glowed at all.

I'm looking out my window watching the sun dip beneath the sea ever so slowly, the pinks, oranges, and yellows melting together reminding me of my favorite sherbet dessert.

It is scenes like this that ease the pain of reality and worry, something I like to playfully call "worrality" in my own creative chaotic mind.

Everything is questionable, dubious, subject to change is what I have come to find. There are no rules written in the Earth telling us the proper or right way to live, and that is something that we tend to miss. Overlook. Misunderstand.

The sun instinctually and purposefully rises and sets every morning and night to give us another chance to make these precious, subtle, but vital, realizations. And even though we do not see its yellow circle on stormy rainy days, the earth continues to glow and so do we.