wish you were here
And you swore that you weren't certain. You swore you couldn't tell what would happen next. And I love that about you. All your little quirks and aspirations, your little goals--your little moments of insanity. You are unpredictable, and you see life as something not contained in a shell. You see the vastness of experience, and the bigness of what remains outside the box. And you see the sparkle of silence. And silence is something we both need, in this fast and changing time we call the present. Damn the tomorrows, but not to the extent of putting everything we need to do off until we never got to do them anymore. And it's a fierce solace that I feel with you, like the crashing of the waves against the yellow shore, when the sea foam dissolves into the spaces of the sandy beach, where we lay on the ground looking up at the dark, black, and twinkling sky.
And then you whispered. Those three words. When spoken on their own sounds selfish, sounds superficial, sounds dependent. But you said them with such sincerity, with such disdain, with such hate, and I felt alive. I felt strong, I felt weak. And my knees buckled at that instant, as we lay on the sand and dreamed about the days we would lie again wondering about the days we would lie again wondering... And we both knew we couldn't tell what would come next. Then you swore you weren't certain. You swear you never are. And I felt safe.
And then you whispered. Those three words. When spoken on their own sounds selfish, sounds superficial, sounds dependent. But you said them with such sincerity, with such disdain, with such hate, and I felt alive. I felt strong, I felt weak. And my knees buckled at that instant, as we lay on the sand and dreamed about the days we would lie again wondering about the days we would lie again wondering... And we both knew we couldn't tell what would come next. Then you swore you weren't certain. You swear you never are. And I felt safe.