There are a million important things to do. But none as important as lying here next to you.
I'll understand your silence. Because sometimes, you'll have to understand mine.
You are a drop of perfect in an imperfect world. And all I need is a taste.
If our arms aren't strong enough, we'll rip the roof off with our hearts. If the road is dark, our dreams will light the way. If there isn't space in the back, we'll make space in our hopes. Pack a bag with everything you want to keep and leave the rest behind. Because I'm coming to pick you up.
We're a city of aliens. Pretending to be people we're not until we're comfortable enough with each other to be who we are. So only you know who I am.
I don't know if you felt that or not.
But it felt like two people kissing after hours of thinking about it.
It felt like two people talking after nights of silence.
It felt like two people touching after weeks of being numb.
It felt like two people facing each other after months of looking away.
It felt like two people in love after years of being alone.
It felt like two people meeting each other, after an entire lifetime of not meeting each other.
You and I collide, like atoms in a scientist's wet dreams. We could start a new universe together. We could mix like a disease. And if we do, I hope we never get better.
To wake up next to you. And confirm that the images I saw on the back of my eyelids seconds before, have all been made real.
Look at you, like a new tattoo. Because I might not always have you but I'll have the feeling of you for the rest of my life. (might not is the operative word. hehe)
That's why I love madness. It's easy to lose your mind when you lose your heart.
You and I, we're special because of each other. In spite of loneliness.
Love, the words may be borrowed, but the sentiment is all mine...
Saturday, January 23, 2010
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