nothing more, nothing less
I love the feeling I get when I’m walking home. Getting lost in the illuminating glow of the moon and trying to listen to the way the stars twinkle, because we all know that they share secrets between them. Even stars need to be heard. And the way the crickets make their music thinking like they are ten feet tall and everyone around them stops and stares and listens to the words they create through their music notes. It’s nice to see the dark sky clear of clouds and the wind hushed for just a moment and for that one second when all of the cars seem to be asleep and the world has stopped to take in all of the magic that has seemed to start developing right there, with the street lights trying to tell themselves they’ll never go out and help the strangers fine their way home. It’s funny when people ask “what’s wrong.” I’d like to tell them, “everything” and them knowing exactly what I mean without questions and without hesitation and letting me fall into their arms and listing to the sweet lullaby that their heart sings to me.
I’d like to let people in, have them know exactly what goes on in my head. Letting them not wonder and ask questions as to how I’m feeling and what I’m thinking. I swear I could write a whole book in my head in the time in takes me to walk home. But once I try to make it permanent on paper, the words disappear and the beautiful world I created doesn’t exist. So, the next time I walk home I make another book with other people and other lives I wish I lived. I’ve walked down so many curvy paths that this time I’ll try and choose the straight one which has something amazing waiting for me at the end. And I hope that the wind still wants me to know its secrets and letting people in isn’t as hard as it is now. And love isn’t going to scare me and falling into it won’t push me away.
I’d like to let people in, have them know exactly what goes on in my head. Letting them not wonder and ask questions as to how I’m feeling and what I’m thinking. I swear I could write a whole book in my head in the time in takes me to walk home. But once I try to make it permanent on paper, the words disappear and the beautiful world I created doesn’t exist. So, the next time I walk home I make another book with other people and other lives I wish I lived. I’ve walked down so many curvy paths that this time I’ll try and choose the straight one which has something amazing waiting for me at the end. And I hope that the wind still wants me to know its secrets and letting people in isn’t as hard as it is now. And love isn’t going to scare me and falling into it won’t push me away.