martedì 8 maggio 2007

"And every word is nonsense, but I understand..."



5:28 am - Sleep beckons to me like a mistress, and the sounds of the night seem to make me feel alive again. The conversation we had earlier made me destroy all principles of what I think things should be like. I'm the exception to every rule. I am the feeling of longing. I am that dull ache and that wish of collaboration. I feel my heart pumping in my head, and the slight smell of smoke echoes aimlessly through my nostrils. I take another drag, and digress into the thoughts of earlier. I love the way you laugh at me, when I'm being stupid. I love the way you complement me on the little things. My accent, my thought process. I did it to myself again, I let my mind wander through things I shouldn't have. I let my insomnia take over and let my poetic nature lead me astray of sleep. I should be cast into the depths of deep slumber. You invaded my dreams last night, and although I had not the audacity to tell you, it was strangely familiar. You feel like I want to feel. You let go like I want to let go. You make me laugh, and you make me realize that there is true importance in all the small things. I find myself drifting off with strange thoughts...the sound of your voice, the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, and the absence of mental noise. 2000 miles is a long way, but it's not impossible. It's not the distance, simply the obstacle. A hurdle of the things that might be. Inseparable. I don't feel naked around you. I don't feel apprehensive when we find our niche. I don't feel as if I have to hide, and although I am very good at concealing, I find myself wanting to share with you the most intimate of secrets. I want you to see my scars. I want you to know my anguish, my torment, my happiness, my joy. Above all else I am just a boy feigning for the affection of a girl. When we collide, let the chips fall where they may. Something is awkwardly comfortable about you. Something tells me to follow my heart. You quiet my mind. You destroy the background, and create a sanctity of which previously I was not aware of. I hope you're ready for this...