but i love you
i love you

love

why does that word invoke
so much emotion
so much pain and joy and

love?

to love is, by definition,
to feel an attachment to.

So if I said that I loved you,
If you said you loved me back,
does that mean we're attached?

Legend has it that a red string is tied
around the ankle of one
and that it travels
underfoot and over fences
to another, where it is tied as well
but i guess the string can break

i hope that mine is a vibrant scarlet
and that it is strong and flexible
and that red string will lead me to the person
that i can say
i love you to and hear
i love you too stated honestly
because to love

to love

would be a great adventure.

the children of the sun began to awake, the moon goes down
and a pretty little monkey caught blood orange stars threw them to me said, "the beauty of the most destructive colors. how's your mind feel?"
this is enlightenment through the glorious transcendence into a psychedelic silhouette
Lucy winked waved dove off a cliff and fell out of the sky
the lights begin to sing and the low moon climbs a rope made of stars to strive find hail and you are divine
I realized if I stepped out of my body I'd break into blossom
he turned, cymbals crashed roaring horns and showed me concealed imaginings
evenings die going green and a willow swept by rain here in this room, desiring you, always roaming with a hungry heart- how dull it is to pause or make an end
though it is so beautiful that either you or time must fade, leaving the stations of your body, an iridescent creature, the whole house is thinking
x

if you had to talk without speaking would you touch, or just try and mouth the words? i will go through and like all your Instagram photos at once. i don’t care about the path less traveled, i am making my own path. i am trailblazing through the woods towards a destination that is completely unknown! often i drive my mom’s Chrysler van and crank the volume to the max. i’m sorry mom. i drive through the woods and put the windows down and let wind fly through my hair. i love driving through the woods almost as much as i love cities. catch me in the strangest places at the strangest times. i am in a restaurant on my laptop typing this and having a vanilla malt. this is diary entry #447. i have so much to tell you, there’s still so much that i haven’t said. well, if i had to talk without speaking words, i think i would touch.

jumping into a pool of yellow glowing liquid while rich, deep, full synth chords play. time has slowed down and i am in the middle of a cannonball and i can see bats flying over my head in the almost-darkness. friends surround me and are laughing in slow motion as i fly through the air. the sun has changed the whole scene to a tinted and washed dark orange and purple color. it’s like i put on a filter but it’s real life. the liquid is lukewarm, sort of like someone didn’t put a bowl of soup in the microwave long enough. there is no word in the human dictionary to describe this feeling. i’m done pretending that nothing matters all the time. i wish there was some way i could hook up my brain to a screen so you could see what i'm picturing right now. there’s no way that can happen though, so i will just continue trying to explain through words.

jumping across rooftops in the broad sunlight. it's morning and i'm headed to a bagel shop to get a blueberry cream cheese bagel. beautiful sunny day kind of music is playing through my headphones. from building to building, roof to roof, gutter to gutter i jump in my worn out shoes. Friday mornings aren’t usually this nice out, there’s not even a cloud in the sky. i can tell i’m getting close because of the smell in the air. jump down a fire escape and head inside. David is working at the counter this morning, and he’s excited to see a friend, as usual. i order and he throws an extra bagel in the bag as he usually does. David is a great guy. outside the world greets me warmly, it’s like 80 degrees out. are you kidding me? it’s April. it’s beautiful. i’m going to go bare foot down to the beach and draw some pictures of the waves. see you later.

it’s really late and dark outside, i’m not sure what the time is exactly. i’ve lost count of the minutes. i am at the high school’s track and am jogging on it. the lights are on, for whatever reason. the light is penetrating through a thick fog. it’s misting and getting all over my glasses but i don’t care enough to wipe it off. i have been running for what feels like hours now. it’s been dark forever. run off the track and sit on the bleachers for a bit, drink some water i brought with me. i’m lookin over the lit up field in the bright white lights. it looks like a scene in one of those Nike commercials, but it’s much better in person. i start nodding off and suddenly i’m in the back seat of a station wagon that i’ve never seen before. the leather seats are a dark maroon color, and the world is wizzing by outside the window at an incredible speed. the driver is a dark silhouette of someone i think i know, but can’t place my finger on. i’m getting incredibly nauseous from the speed we are driving at. “please stop!” i shout from the back seat. suddenly everything goes black again and i get the feeling like we’ve stopped because my body has that falling forward sensation. i awake to a bird sitting on my head at the track. it’s morning already.

A broken rainbow
Traveling light reflected
Within a smooth stone

I am a wildfire,
you are miles and miles
of whispers in water.

Come, lay in me.

Scherezade Siobhan©