Understand, that if you’re cold I’ll keep you warm. And besides, there’s so much beauty in a storm. So come down with me to the shore and what’s more, I adore you. So tell me what is there to fear? You think some seraph up above is trying to rob us of our love because the skies not clear? My dear, you know there’s not. Now listen to the rain on the rooftop.. But the wind picked up. Out where the stones stand up like throwns beside the ocean, out where the waves make a grave of the sea, the lovers struggled in the middle of the tempest, and water angrily crawled up onto the beach. Said, hold my hand and stay with me. We’ll be released. But the tide clung like an anchor to her feet, and though he tried to make the water line recede, it pulled her out into the sea. He could not break apart the waves to bring her safely back in! He watched her hand break through the surface once!Then disappear again.. Forever wait inside the sea for me my dear I hear you, you speak in every curling wave and sing in every violent breeze. Someday not far away from here my dear, I swear I’ll see you and we will hear the seraphs cry, they will still envy you and I, how they envied you and I.
May 29, 2012
- mom: why are you laughing alone in your room
May 28, 2012
You ache with love. You cry sometimes, because you know two things: you know that you’ve never felt this good before. You also know that it couldn’t possibly last forever. You want it to. You want it frozen. You want to stop time, right there, as he hands you your toothbrush, or as he pulls you back from the curb of the street for one more kiss. You want to be able to pull them closer than the hug, into your body, so you can keep the smell of them inside you, next to you, all around you. You love someone and it hurts. You love someone and it is very, very good. Not only do you feel better about yourself, you feel better about people, life, animals, and the color orange.
(via my-wrackspurt)
