Words, Words, Words

Sitting next to the fire,
holding a book to my face,
I answer the phone that sits next to me.

Your voice on the other line
It fills me with joy!
I love to listen to you speak
Though it is specifically about nothing

We talk for hours and hours
Until the day is done
We hesitate to hang up
And we say endless goodbyes
It takes us two hours to let go of the phone

I stare at the phone
And pick it up once more.
I dial your number and wait two rings
You answer and there’s a silence…
We laugh for minutes
And continue to say our goodbyes

I wish we could talk endlessly,
But that would be silly

The finally goodbye, is us saying, “I Love You”

These threads… It’s as if I am a puppet, being pulled by you, my master.
You tug at every thread, making me move. You tug and pull and turn me around, until I become dizzy and want to fall, but you keep me up.
I am tired of this old routine, yet you seem to enjoy watching me in your grasps, being controlled by you, being defenseless. I can only lie here limp, and let you move me however you want.
I wish I could escape, but the threads are already digging deep into my skin and embedding themselves into me, for I am just your puppet.

All I can see from the horizon to me
How calming and beautiful
Yet I feel trapped and isolated

Beauty with such a catch
How confusing. Limited
Boundaries limiting this horizon I oversee

All I can see from the horizon to me
How calming and beautiful
Yet my isolation grows, as does my anticipation

Freedom, the sweet wind to brush against my cheeks
But the horizon I oversee stops
How limited, how suffocating…

But that’s all I see

All I can see from the horizon to me…

They say a picture is worth a thousand words
But I say that a picture isn’t the same as the moment itself
It’s better to live the moment physically, rather than to just capture it on paper
I wish to spend a picturesque moment with you
And I wish to keep the feeling from that little moment with me
So remind me of that moment with just your smile

Waterfalls are like the smile on the face of the person you love
It ripples into a beautiful gesture
And you wish to take a picture
But sadly, the beauty can never be captured

How heartless of me to never know love
To always think that there was no feeling,
Only for such fools and ditzy white doves
You ramble all day about the healing
Of your lovely lady’s beautiful voice
And then you speak of your undying love
I am quite annoyed by your raving choice
Because you can’t see my regretful love
I have for you my ear for you to rant
And it would be nice if you turned to me
But because I can’t have your heart, you won’t
So I will live like this, as you can see
How heartless of me to never know love
But I think I’m now a ditzy white dove

My darling, look out the window
Do you see the snowflakes?
No two snowflakes look the same
The same goes for you,
Body and soul
There is no one in my life that is like you
I love you,
So please,
Spend this darling Christmas with me

~

I bought you a gift
But it doesn’t compare
To the gift you gave me:
Your existence in my life

~

This beautiful night
Could never be the same
Without you by my side
Beneath the mistletoe
So let’s make this last

The sun sets over a low mountain and the clouds create a halo around the sun’s last rays. I feel the cooling warmth on my skin and shiver at the chill that touches my cheeks. The mixture of warmth and evening breezes brushing against my skin pleases me and makes me feel complete.

But I look out into the distance and remember that I have a life and there are such things as sadder subjects, there is such thing as a loss of joy and there is such thing as unrest. I want to stay in that spot and just forget time, and forget worries and just scream “Hakuna matada” until my voice goes hoarse. I think nothing of the world anymore, I think only of myself and how wonderful that selfish sensation feels.

It’s a natural high, I can touch the clouds. I watch the clouds pass over me and imagine reaching out to scoop a part of the cloud and blow it away with the wind. My fingers ache for movement, but my joy-induced coma disables me from moving a muscle.

I feel so complete, yet there seems to be something missing… Maybe someone, I cannot put my finger on it. It is probably just my restlessness to move around that makes me feel this way.

I slowly fall back, awaiting the plush, cool, green grass on my back. But it never came. I just kept falling and falling… Right back into reality, on my bed, living once again my sad life.