Today, there are things that are not there anymore. I have come to terms with the bitter truth that people leave our lives just as suddenly as they enter. Or is that true? Did they instead leave us remaining on a different course?
How is it that people love so fearlessly knowing all that is here is likely transient? How can one trust? And here you are in my arms for the moment, a butterfly that my glass hands and body cannot form to grasp, but only welcome you. The truth of my life is right here, clear for you to see.
I don’t know what you are in my life, but I am learning to love again. I’m learning to let it go and to trust your guidance; you can read me better than anyone out here. For that reason, I trust that you will not leave. For the reason of our shared hours of laughter, I know and I worry no farther.
I know you can see this… That’s okay to me. I want you to see it all. For the first time, I can let someone see me and either choose to take or leave. I am comfortable with you, hon’. In fact, I am the most comfortable with you. Every moment I spend with you should not ever be traded off.
When you look into my eyes, you see something behind my eyes. When your eyes pierce through me, it’s like the soft cores of my very eyes are scraped by your key. You disengage me, and see the workings of the inner gears and pistons still winding away. You kiss my cheek, and I unfold. Let me unfold into your arms, your velvet pallor, your shelter. And let us hold one another in safekeeping; the beauty and the machine.
“My skin is kind of sort of brownish pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, but I’m told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, but its silver when its wet, and all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.”—Shel Silverstein (via -volare)
I just saw the movie Larry Crowne, and though I liked it, I found it to only be an “okay” movie. I felt like the theme of suffering and small gains was not emphasized nearly as drastic as it should have been; the points were not enough. Regardless, Julia Roberts is beautiful and always will be. Any thoughts?