Riding in the Trunk of My Car Underneath My Bed.

Nov 13, 2005 21:26

The crushing agony and the whole-hearted resignation.

"Even when you're sleeping next to me, all that I can think is that you'll be gone tomorrow."

The resolve. The determination. We are goal-oriented. We strive to touch the sky.

"I never thought that I would be so close to you that I would see the way your hair goes wavy when you wake up."

I've felt so lost in this place, like an immigrant unable to grasp the native language. I never considered this place anything more than the place in which I lived... in which I was stationed. Minneapolis could be a lay-over in the greater flight plan of my life, but that has yet to be determined. This place will always be my home, regardless of my waning and waxing feelings of familiarity or my hatred or love of the Twin Cities at any moment... but right now, Minneapolis feels brand new to me. Brand new and exciting. I'm building a history. I'm re-discovering a part of myself that I thought I had lost forever. I think you're amazing.

And I can finally say that I haven't been this happy in years.

"Calm me down. I've been so uptight."
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