Our misadventure wasn’t supposed to be this dirty.
We were not supposed to be like this.
I was going to be the better man,
righteousness and virtue were my being, yet not strong enough to keep the water
crashing through me.
This landscape was turning into nothing but mud.
Creation was loosing its sea
with eyes that once were river stones, they might have been crystals, but definitely not sea through.
They became gravel, paved for people to walk on,
painted for traffic
busy city streetlights got the best of me.
but it was all vanity.i should have seen this coming from a mile away
Waking up to the morning sun beaming through the curtains, you can get either 2 feelings: annoyance, thinking that those curtains need a little thickening, or the feeling of glad awakening of a day to live.
You don’t know what to expect.
Most of the times we are more scared of what the day holds than night itself.
but when i woke up to the sun today, the lid popped open as if we were going to toast for the best day ever
the bottled up feeling came flooding out
I would call it love
and we celebrated together.
At night our hearts thumped to the rhythm or love. Each beat resonates in your lungs calling out my name.
In the morning Our eyes will open as if in cue, lips smiling for the chorus of the day.
There is an opera in your chest.
My laugh is your base line through the toughest day.
Every laughter is a composition that can’t be written down because lines hold boundaries and joy has none.
we will meet on a star 92,960,000 miles away where our love would burn forever. The solar system would rejoice with us. The moon would reflect our love through the darkest night, and bring in the tide to our wandering ship.
I believe i haven’t met you yet. But if time would allow, I would rewind the clock and ask our father Adam a question, how was it when you first saw perfection.
Was your mind racing for something to say, heart pacing, were your caterpillar insides turning into butterflies the instant you saw her eyes.
Give me a hint, of how it will be when i see her.
Will it be a subtle friendship, bond strengthening, connection
Or a lightning bolt shock, that makes my heart leap looking for direction
Either one i’d prefer
So no more flower picking, petal plucking in love’s name
For all flowers are synthetic, plastic filled, fictitious, counterfeit copies of you.
Because until the day i meet you if your’e a sun-flower, then i’d be a bumble bee. Looking for the sweetest honey
So today. I’m going to live as if she is living with me.
We will walk the same earth, breath the same air. see the same sky, and wake up to the same morning sun.
What a Beautiful Awakening.