Saturday, October 24, 2009
Repost - Love this.
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Early one morning.
It’s early in the morning; I open my window and feel the chill of the autumn air. I’m glad most of the snow we had last week is gone. I open the screen and climb out my window onto the roof. It’s 6am and the neighborhood is still sleeping. I lay out my blanket and sit down. Wrapping myself up, I look towards the sky. It’s so amazingly quiet, but at the same time, I can hear a car coming down the street, a train whistles in the distance, but I let the natural beauty of things seep into my skin. Mornings like this are amazing; there is no good way to describe it. For a while, I lie there in complete silence, I watch as the sky slowly changes color and the sun begins to come up. My mind is empty, as it is still trying to wake up, there are no thoughts of my busy schedule for the day, no thoughts of the papers I have due in the coming week, no exams I have to write. I am blissfully unaware of my responsibilities and demands, in this moment; it’s just me and the beauty of the world. Time doesn’t have meaning while I’m out here, I know from experience that I could stay out here forever.
I hear my phone ring in my room and I snap out of my trance, taking a deep breath, I feel the chill of the air as it enters my lungs. I take one last look at the sky and say a silent prayer. “Thanks.” It’s short, it’s sweet, and it’s all I have at the moment. I wander back into my room and leave that world behind me…
I hear my phone ring in my room and I snap out of my trance, taking a deep breath, I feel the chill of the air as it enters my lungs. I take one last look at the sky and say a silent prayer. “Thanks.” It’s short, it’s sweet, and it’s all I have at the moment. I wander back into my room and leave that world behind me…
Monday, October 19, 2009
Seraching...
We have another conversation.
It starts with the usual pleasantries.
"How are you?"
"What's new?"
"How is school going?"
Then you tell me,
"I've been thinking about you."
"Erm, why?"
Why would I ask you such a question?
I don’t want the answer.
It truly baffles me how you manage to turn my world upside down and inside out with one simple sentence.
My mind starts to go places where it shouldn’t. What are you going to tell me? Did I do something wrong? Are you thinking that what we have isn’t working?
I impatiently wait for your answer.
The seconds feel like hours.
“I’m not sure; you’ve just been on my mind.”
“Oh, that’s a good thing right?”
“Ha, yes, of course it is.”
I tell you the truth, because that’s just the way I work.
“I thought you were going to tell me something bad. Like that you don’t like the way our relationship is.”
You, as usual, bring in the logic.
“Why would you think that? It’s not like I would call you up just to tell you that “we’re” not working. I’d rather do it through text or e-mail”
“We’re?” you used the words “we’re”. Isn’t that equivalent to using the words us? Again, my brain goes and hits ultra drive. I draw a blank and have nothing to say.
“You still there?”
“Yep, just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Me and you, you used the words 'we’re'"
I know that I’m stirring up the pot, and my emotions are way beyond normal but I find that with you, I am so out of my element that I don’t know what else to be.
Luckily you just shrug it off.
“You’re just being silly. I’m coming up next weekend; do you want to do dinner?”
Plans are easily made and like every weekend you’re up, we get together.
“We”, for us the line between friendship and relationship have been blurred over the past few months. There is that thin invisible line we walk, sometimes we’re walking it hand in hand and other times we walk it as far away from each other as possible. Regardless, “we’re” walking it, and when one of us falls over, “we” will have to deal with it. I'm just not ready for it yet.
It starts with the usual pleasantries.
"How are you?"
"What's new?"
"How is school going?"
Then you tell me,
"I've been thinking about you."
"Erm, why?"
Why would I ask you such a question?
I don’t want the answer.
It truly baffles me how you manage to turn my world upside down and inside out with one simple sentence.
My mind starts to go places where it shouldn’t. What are you going to tell me? Did I do something wrong? Are you thinking that what we have isn’t working?
I impatiently wait for your answer.
The seconds feel like hours.
“I’m not sure; you’ve just been on my mind.”
“Oh, that’s a good thing right?”
“Ha, yes, of course it is.”
I tell you the truth, because that’s just the way I work.
“I thought you were going to tell me something bad. Like that you don’t like the way our relationship is.”
You, as usual, bring in the logic.
“Why would you think that? It’s not like I would call you up just to tell you that “we’re” not working. I’d rather do it through text or e-mail”
“We’re?” you used the words “we’re”. Isn’t that equivalent to using the words us? Again, my brain goes and hits ultra drive. I draw a blank and have nothing to say.
“You still there?”
“Yep, just thinking.”
“About what?”
“Me and you, you used the words 'we’re'"
I know that I’m stirring up the pot, and my emotions are way beyond normal but I find that with you, I am so out of my element that I don’t know what else to be.
Luckily you just shrug it off.
“You’re just being silly. I’m coming up next weekend; do you want to do dinner?”
Plans are easily made and like every weekend you’re up, we get together.
“We”, for us the line between friendship and relationship have been blurred over the past few months. There is that thin invisible line we walk, sometimes we’re walking it hand in hand and other times we walk it as far away from each other as possible. Regardless, “we’re” walking it, and when one of us falls over, “we” will have to deal with it. I'm just not ready for it yet.
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