There are two things that make me happy:
1) the things that make my racing thoughts still and render my inner voice speechless;
2) thought provoking things that remind me that
nothing and everything is real in this existence,
like the moments with him:
when the background blurs and we live in a world of bokeh.
Everything’s okay
cause nothing else matters, nothing placed above,
when you've got someone to love
and I'm certain of that.
When I hold his gaze,
I'm amazed
1) that though the sound of his voice makes silent and calm
my never ending string of fears,
the view from a roof of a house that's not mi
ne
2) makes obvious the vastness of this sphere
on which we live and dwell
and decide whether we feel badly or well.
When my eyes seem to gleam brighter than the st
ars
and the rest of the world and my life seems so far
a speck of dust surrounded with answers—
the universe may never tell;
and if I had to explain the concept of time and memory
and the moments that stick with me
I think I'd say
that it's the way
that there's tiny shiny pieces of confetti carrying fragments of fun from my party,
my sixteenth birthday,
scattered all over my bedspread
and the laughter and singing in the back of my head
is echoed in the popping of weeks old balloons
hiding the floor of my room,
just like how my friends hid
to surprise me that Saturday afternoon
and it's the way that as she and I stumbled and wandered down unfamiliar paths,
we ended back at the fields
where we had a picnic meal
about a year ago, June
time flies fast
and as we glide down the hill of overgrown grass near the pond at the top of the world,
the picnic blanket is gone, and the biscuits, and the jam;
but the memories fly through the breeze in a whirl,
the sun sets in ways that watercolour paint the sky,
illustrating scenes of so many nights
watching the city view, sitting on that one swingset,
feeling free as we reach for clouds up high
and so, there are many things in this life that make me feel alive,
like realizing I’m living them in the moment
when time slows down and the world floats around me.
temporary infinity;
our meanings of life out in the open
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