Seventeen

I wasn’t sure if I was flattered or offended. I don’t think you were sure either. January is coming soon, I promise.

And if I could run forward through time and bring it closer to us, I swear I would. Would you love me, then?

Flight patterns

As I shut the door to your house I slowly lifted off my feet and began flying. I migrated south. Hopefully my nest will be waiting for me, a shell of what it was two months ago. I can rebuild this without you.

Maybe one day while heading North I’ll remember “us”… maybe.

Humidity

I don’t like humidity. And you usually remind me of it.

It’s oppressive and it doesn’t give a shit if it makes me cry (sound familiar?). I’ve never loathed being with someone, especially the way I did a few days ago.

Dear Humidity, stop being a part of my summer if all you’re going to do is ruin it.

Why didn’t I realize this.

Maybe this is why every single person was meant to die alone.

We can’t do this.

If only.

Every beat adds tension and tension only brings emotion.

I’ve never heard you scream so loud and mean it. Ribbons of violence don’t commonly appear in such great numbers. The words “I can’t” only tell me one thing: winter starts now.

There will be no Autumn. Trees will die and take their leaves and we’ll be left with echoes and bare branches.

If memory serves me right.

I miss how your knuckles reminded me of those huge white rocks that jut out of the middle of rivers. You know, those ones that we used to sit and talk on?

I know you remember. Now shut up and kiss me like you mean it (like how you used to).

Where in the world?

The trees began taking off their winter coats. It’s finally spring. Where have you been this past year? I know we failed to meet. I know I broke that promise. But that’s my fault.

So does that mean the rest was your fault?

I’m glad you’re back; spring is in the air. And what comes after… another winter?

You only wish you knew.

I’ve finally come to realize that you are exceptional. The sad part is that you are your only exception.

I bought you a bouquet. Flowers symbolize love, right? (and death)

Why does everything you touch turn lifeless? Except me?

Limelight

I move with great intricacy. We can only move so much, you know, before we start to break down.  I’m unstoppable. You can’t break me down.

“I once was lost but now am found.” I marvel upon the sound of these words. How can simple letters be placed together to mean so much?

I understand.

Recurrence

Lately, it seems each dream ends the same way:

I stand motionless as a wave of water cascades from what seems to be an infinity foot tall ceiling. As the first drops touch my skin, I begin spinning and spinning– and as I’m twirling around in this waterfall I close my eyes and see lights of all colors flash before me. As these colors start to take forms of familiar faces, an un-named color takes the shape of one person I can’t say I’ve encountered yet.