Oh, what I would do for a moment alone with you…
Music is my first love~
I despise love bugs.
A creature made purely for ecstasy.
Countless bodies obliterated against the planetarium of a car window.
Or decimated under the feet of titans.
I pity love bugs.
Such is life, to an entity with few days to live a full life.
Moments become days, minutes become weeks.
Life’s proportions decreased, yet every moment devoted to pure love.
I wonder what they think about before it is over, and they return to oblivion.
I envy love bugs.
The morning woke up
with a nasty head cold,
it didn’t let much sunlight
through the clouds.
It stayed tucked away
waiting impatiently for
its shift to end.
The afternoon was
quite bitter about this
and scorched the surface
clear until 5 o’clock.
It was constantly bitter
about being the middle child.
Evening was always
a bit of a showoff.
It pulled all its brightest stars
from the attic that had
been hiding all winter.
It put the sun to bed
and shook the moon awake.
Twice as much, ain’t twice as good and can’t sustain like one half could.
Locked in my own heart.
Forced to maneuver throughout veins and arteries.
Thrusted through ventricles, over and over.
The substance if my existence is the same substance of my predicament.
Waiting to be broken hearted, just to shatter from my enigma.
To consummate the wedding
We lay down in a bed of flowers
My fingers intertwined with yours
As rose petals float on a gentle breeze
Love isn’t in the air, or rather,
It would be if it weren’t trapped between our lips
And whispered through the midsummer’s night
To catch another couple
And inspire a tale like ours
But never like ours
Because we happened once, and made our emotions our’s forever
And no one can take that from us
“Home is where the heart is.”
Then I must be a nomad.
Thursday was the 3 month anniversary of my separation from my temporary muse. I’d found out that I Taylor Swift’d her to have something to write about. That love, no matter how useful, was not real.
Thursday was the day I was involved in a car accident. My neck and back ached. Friday was a slow day, but I will remember it well. I was reviewing the Yellow River Piano Concerto Movement #3 on m. 5 when it happened.
I must have been visibly upset, because all of a sudden I felt a pair of arms wrapping around me. It was strange. I wanted to look and see who it was, but they were behind me. I almost spoke but decided to say nothing content to enjoy the fact that someone had embraced me without me asking.
This pair of hands, this… Person held me for what seemed to be an eternity but was only ephemeral. I could feel their fragile heart beating against my back.This heartbeat looked around and I saw her smile. It was warm, and loving. She spoke the words “You needed a hug.” She then sat down beside me and asked me what was going on. It was a short conversation, almost non-existent in terms of how long ones life can be. But it meant something to me. The first time I’d ever been embraced in such a fashion. It was intimate… Very intimate. And it still weighs on my mind now. In an instant, I’d received more love in a single moment than I have in my entire life.