I sit on the edge of the bed.
Eyes closed.
Trying to find my breath.
I feel the stars right by me,
Turning me into magical dust.
Overwhelmed.
Swirling in the midst of your thoughts.
How this 1 day and a handful of hours feel years away..
Exploring the depth of this sensation.
Fairy tale begun.
17th December 2011.
Happiness..
Is what you leave with me.
Understanding.
Ever so beautiful yet ever so ugly.
How you have to sacrifice to grasp.
To obtain is the skill.
The patience we need.
The lightness that you achieve.
The comfort and the discomfort.
Realization.
Acceptance.
Disappointment.
All muddled in one.
2 weeks – cries reality.
But I do not believe.
Years I say.
Years I feel.
Its the first voices and the last.
The spirtual touching.
The endless smiles.
And the little blushing.
The twinkle stars..
And the door bells..
The silent laughter..
And the s smells..
Fuzzyness and tingles.
And speechless again.
x
Shit hole.
That’s right.
Let me trash it down.
Let me bring out the horns
And let me see it burn.
Oh wait, scratch that.. Who am I kidding?
I forgot that’s your job.
