And I've found in you, someone beautiful to share my soul with... if only you knew.
And it makes me kind of sad that I have no one so tell of the strange beauty that is found in walking into the basement laundry room at midnight, darkness and cement all around. With nothing but shadows and the sounds of the dryer to subdue my restless and chaotic thoughts.
The cold smell of the cement walls penetrate the humidity that has been building itself behind my eyes for days now. Building walls of stale air and smoke that don't let the right words out. I've been encased in the end of winter, and welcome warmly, as warmly as the sun that has finally started to shine again. I don't miss the cold of winter, only the clarity.
Right now, I hide behind an array of words that I use to express myself. Thoughts and emotions hidden behind consents and vowels. Words are my walls, I build them with bricks made of letters and mortar of faith that someone will understand.
Which is odd, because rarely do I understand...
The cold smell of the cement walls penetrate the humidity that has been building itself behind my eyes for days now. Building walls of stale air and smoke that don't let the right words out. I've been encased in the end of winter, and welcome warmly, as warmly as the sun that has finally started to shine again. I don't miss the cold of winter, only the clarity.
Right now, I hide behind an array of words that I use to express myself. Thoughts and emotions hidden behind consents and vowels. Words are my walls, I build them with bricks made of letters and mortar of faith that someone will understand.
Which is odd, because rarely do I understand...