Her dank heaviness lays on me, a blanket of discovery. She lays out to me the areas of my life that need to be tucked in and folded at the seams of perfection. This city has led me to my own self assessment. Headiness in the form of awareness. Dive deep into the darkness of the root of my inspirations. Soulmates intertwined in my everyday routines. Audible confirmations. Ramblings are life boats while Im drowning in my own expectations. I can see the shore. I am swimming ferociously toward solid land of expression and complete freedom. You are there. You smile at me while I wail and flail about. Your energy is different. Calm, at ease, and accepting. You seem to have received my SOS flares, and let the light of their necessity settle before even fathoming a response. I am a frantic drowning sailor... But as my chaos calms and I accept my eventual saving, you wait in peace. The city is bustling around you. The noise of moving forward, though it keeps you in forward motion, is taking you to our inevitable meeting point. I see you. I feel you with every warm, saturated breeze that dances across my eyelids. Breathe. In and out go the tides of life, and experiences, and meetings between souls. 2 years. Two years. This is how long it will take me to reach the shore. I let go. I reel in the opportunities to really enjoy this and find myself, floating on connections and coveting those that sink their anchor deep in my waters. Fish in the sea. So many, but I can only seem to find you. I find you everywhere. You appear on coolers and in dreams. You are my dream. You are my waking. I am awake... And I see your soft blinking light, and I am on my way.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Nov 2014 05:12:02 +0000
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