i'll be the giver and you'll be the taker, i guess that's how this one will go.
his cat would pace the floor and make tiny noises, tiny sounds. it would seem that the pace was deliberate and care free. it would seem that all she did was sleep. and eat. and it would seem that i envied her. with so much to do in life, finding time for nothing is hard. even now i'm writing. of coure i enjoy it but it isn't nothing. lately instead of doing nothing; instead of sleep, i think about things. everything. everyone. and not in a bad way. but thinking and imnagining situations that will never happen. i can talk to friends in imaginary conversations. as she shouts down, "you have 5 minutes emily", i know it means a schedule. rushing. and i know i won't obey.
shout it out and i'll hear, the ever loving face of a giant. see into eyes of the beast and look beyond the vision. reflections never lie unless you see something that isn't there. and this is what i see. in you, i see me, which can only mean that i was meant to. if i was meant to hold you then so be it. tieing down love and holding it forever can be nice. coaxing it your way and having it stay freely seems to work out better. imagine the word itself as it's own person. being. believe in it and see it. wrestle it, do your bidding, or let it dance around you. summon it close or have faith knowing it's there. pen isn't erasable, but neither is history. writing will live on, and so will you. take everything we've done and write it out. if that doesn't amaze you, then showing you the stars of a maine sky and watching them shine the very brightest they can, will not set a twinkle in your eye. i always have my friends watching me back, twinkling. the comfort i get from seeing them there is more than i get from knowlege. the comfort i get from being with you is more than i get from being surrounded by everyone i know. you are warmth. you are twinkling. you are so very beautiful. you are love, and i am your lasso. let me hold you tight, and reel you in. but know that i don't force anything. know that the future awaits us. and i'd love to take it hand in hand.
this is my own ramblings. this is my own understanding of what i do not know.
shout it out and i'll hear, the ever loving face of a giant. see into eyes of the beast and look beyond the vision. reflections never lie unless you see something that isn't there. and this is what i see. in you, i see me, which can only mean that i was meant to. if i was meant to hold you then so be it. tieing down love and holding it forever can be nice. coaxing it your way and having it stay freely seems to work out better. imagine the word itself as it's own person. being. believe in it and see it. wrestle it, do your bidding, or let it dance around you. summon it close or have faith knowing it's there. pen isn't erasable, but neither is history. writing will live on, and so will you. take everything we've done and write it out. if that doesn't amaze you, then showing you the stars of a maine sky and watching them shine the very brightest they can, will not set a twinkle in your eye. i always have my friends watching me back, twinkling. the comfort i get from seeing them there is more than i get from knowlege. the comfort i get from being with you is more than i get from being surrounded by everyone i know. you are warmth. you are twinkling. you are so very beautiful. you are love, and i am your lasso. let me hold you tight, and reel you in. but know that i don't force anything. know that the future awaits us. and i'd love to take it hand in hand.
this is my own ramblings. this is my own understanding of what i do not know.