So many people.
When I saw you yesterday I asked how you have been. But what I meant was have you lost as much sleep as I have? I’ve spent 3256 hours trying to piece together the exact courage that make your eyes better then every Homosapien out there. And I’m still sitting at the starting line with nothing but a frown and a blank sheet of paper. I’m tired, barely treading the water here. Carry the conversation a little; throw me a bone. Great, look what you are making me do, mixing metaphors now. My thoughts are like rubber balls that bounce everywhere except where you want them to go. I’m so busy chasing after them that I forget to focus on standing up straight. I saw you today and said” it feels like I haven’t seen you in forever”. But what I meant was I’ve seen you. But it wasn’t with these eyes. You play tag with sanity. Running from behind the corners of memories and diving in the dark pools of my insecurities. Still waters run deep. You have been on my most wanted list but I haven’t been able to pin you in a corner. You slip through the cracks. I’ve been chasing you with moth eaten butterfly nets. If I could catch you I would stick you in a box and get some piece of mind. But, you are having to much fun tying me up in knots. When I saw you today I said “yea we should hang out again soon”. But what I meant was lets get married! Just Kidding!!- But lets fall in love, lets fall out of the ordinary. I think that we could be something magical. I don’t know if I believe in magic, but I believe in you, and that has to mean something. You smell like the ocean and Dust, but that cant be right. I just don’t know how to describe it. No one smells like you. But you’ve got me on hook line and sinker. You’re like diet Coke on summer days and clam chowder in the winter. So perfect, nothing could ever top it accept gingerale and Mac and Cheese. But I imagine you are like that too. I saw you today and said ” talk to you soon “. But what I meant was “think of you soon”. Cuz in my mind, soon means now and there is no lag. I’m already up and running with the next thought. Do you like to run? Sometimes I run down the street in my boots because it makes me feel like I’m in a black and white movie and you are waiting for me at the rail road track. Except I don’t live near a train station. At night, the flowers on my street are overly bright. But thats ok, cuz it is just a thought and I’ll get a new one soon: like about how you hugged me and the nerves steered toward the backside of my skin and my tongue folded against the back of my throat. Eyes closed and touching the heat that runs through your veins. Thats a nice thought
and I guess I’ll run with it for a while.