A Reason To Write.
A cold walk outside, with the cold beating against my skin... A few stars are out tonight, but there no reason to point it out, because no ones here to share them with... And I think to myself, the stars are always the most beautiful when no ones around to enjoy them with. A whisper in the back of the mind and the voice of inside says... "Where ever I am, know that I'm looking at the same stars with you..." I continue, and brush off my ever constant inner feelings. I find myself reflecting, and through that reflection I only see the image of clarity,and whats clear now... Is that I am learning more and more about what it means to love. And he says..."I cut my heart into several pieces and explained why I handed each one to her right before I asked her forever." Forever is a word I haven't thought about in along time. What if...? Forever. I'm only truly left with, where is forever? more like... And Ive always had this vision, of a girl and me, and standing on top of the world together... And they would explain to say, "To him she is the only one he sees, and her the same... Where ever they are, their whole universe revolves around them at the center of it." And she is eyes staring into mine, just looking for another reason to love me, and I am looking at exactly what Ive always wanted since the day I could even think of it. And he says..."When I'm around you, the poems just shower around me, and all I need to do is just pluck the ideas from the air." She is the woman of my children, she is growing old together, she is an 80 year old make out partner... She is every moment I've seen or heard about, when I wished someone was their to share it with me. The very heart of my writing, has been just a representation of how much I've loved her. Every poem, paragraph, word that made anyone feel anything while they were looking at them, has just been another way I wished to show her my love... And this girl, though I do not her, has been the only thing keeping me alive, with the idea, and the hope, that one day I would find forever with her. And they say... "Their love is one that inspires all others to love each other even more." And love, the true love, the kind beyond the magic, beyond the moment, beyond the time spent thinking about it... That love is about only one thing... Choice, and choosing to spend that time, our more precious gift, with someone that deserves it. And she says..."Love is like having a witness for your life." And he says..."Then let everyone witness how strong our love can truly be." And this love evokes some many simple things... And I could write about stars and sunsets, and roof tops in the city all day... But this is something completely aside, completely beside the point, that everything you do is just another way you show. Every fight, every time you hold, hug, kiss, or embrace the person, it isn't about the magic, but the comfort, and the trust of having them in your life. And he says..."Love is not about sex and teddy bears, it's about showers and cuss words." And they say..."When true love comes, it won't let you die alone." And I'd like to think everyone is truly alone, until they find that true love. Those eyes beneath the hair, behind their smile, and the voice you keep coming back to again and again just so you can hear... And that voice is like a lullaby, a love song, the rhyme of your poem. The poem of your life, and all the things that happened preparing for her. And he told me..."Ive been with as many girls as I could so that when I find her I know how to treat her..." And I reply with a smile..."I was created for loving her."