I don’t need magic. I don’t need a life that’s way too fantastic. What I need is your arms around me at 3:47 in the morning when the room is so dark you can’t see a thing, when I wake up and realize I’m so lonely. I need you to be there when no one else is. I need you to be real when nothing else is.
One day, I’ll wake up at 3:47 in the morning, unable to sleep and I will look next to me, and there you’ll be sleeping peacefully beside me, letting me know my world is no longer lonely.
Written on November 3, 2016 Composition number: 569
the sheets feel soft atop the loft where another second waits yet no matter how you pull yourself no price is just too great the midday sun a scheduled run even with games to play and when it's dark thus doubly hard it's impossible! I say
To make a long story short When I woke up next to you Your face just a few inches from mine I realized I had never felt anything like this in my life Something so peaceful Something so...whole Something that made me stop looking for home Because I'd found it
she kept asking me why im always writing and why i love road trips so much why i cant stay in one place for more than a year without feeling the sting of boredom crawling its way into my skin so i told her
its just that there is no other way for me to live my life not when i know that the whole world is staring me back in the face patiently waiting getting ready for me to absorb all that its trying to gift all of these people that we coexist with, yet have never met they are out LIVING THEIR OWN LIVES EXPERIENCING THEIR OWN EMOTIONS LOVING THEIR OWN PEOPLE and we have no idea of each other's existence
the only way i know how to live my life is to tackle it head on
i used to sit on my bed in my room and stare at my computer screen any tv show i could find i would watch for d.a.y.s. on end
but one day i woke up and i realized that that wasnt really living my life i was taking a break escaping into another reality that was simpler than my own one where i didnt exist, but i wasnt quite dead either
but i knew that wasnt my idea of living
my idea of living was experiencing the wholeness around you all of the agony and torture all of the jealousy and mistrust all of the infatuation and true love all of the ease and satisfaction
it was all just one long adventure and the only way for me to enjoy it was to let it engulf me and glide along for the ride
- a quick jot of my train of thought for the past few days
Watching the world wake up when I want sleep is the time in which sorrow’s stench clings to my skin the strongest. The persistent darkness will follow me long after that bright day comes and the sun peaks above us.