Quit hiding, baby girl. He'll catch you.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
She has always been fascinated by the honesty of heartbeats, the art of wearing your heart on your sleeve. However, it wasn't until tonight that she realized why. Have you ever thought about the truthfulness in a heartbeat? It is incapable of lying to you. The beat quickens when you're scared. It skips a beat when you're happy. It needs to be reminded to beat when you're hurt. It baits the butterflies in your stomach when you're falling.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Sunday, March 14, 2010
And you find yourself wide awake in the sunshine, singing that silly song: "Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your head? And does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your bed and wall? Does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside your shoes, looking down every few steps to pretend he walks with you? Oh, does he know that place below your neck that is your favorite to be touched? And does he cry through broken sentences like, 'I love you far too much'? Does he lay awake listening to your breath, worried you smoke too many cigarettes? He had eyes bright enough to burn me. And in a story told, she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field. And there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed. And it stretched for centuries to a diary entry's end, where I wrote:
'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray.'"
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Have You Ever Ran Into The Open Arms Of The Sun? I Have. And It Sears The Happiness Into Your Soul, I Swear It.
Do you remember those summer nights when the street lights would flicker and buzz and eventually light up the neighborhood? We would run to the other side of town to avoid hearing the worried whistles of our mothers. Do you remember lying in the street, bare backs against the warm asphalt, looking up in amazement at those stars? I remember those days well. Just like today, when the warmth of the concrete brought more joy to my bare toes than anyone could ever deem imaginable. The warmth of the concrete on my toes. What a simple pleasure.
Aren't you glad summer's come back for you, baby girl?
It was one of those peacefully quiet nights that are most difficult to come by in the city. But he had told her that's why he came here, anyhow. She felt it almost immediately. Everything about this place was vulnerable and open. She stared out her window, personifying every landmark, questioning their vulnerability. What was it they were thinking? She closed her eyes and smiled. He was always asking what she was thinking. They had been driving for hours; although, in her current state of bliss, she had lost any concept of time. 'Why?', he would ask. And 'What is it you're thinking?' It had been a while since someone had cared to know what was running through that head of hers. So...she thought about that. And she stared out the window as his nervous fingers traced the contour of her nervous hand; the skip in her heartbeat becoming both welcome and familiar. She hadn't felt safe in a long while, but he had unknowingly conquered the immense walls she had built around herself the past few years. Of course she would tell him what she was thinking. Always. She broke her stare and glanced toward him, those green eyes steady on the road. She hadn't a care in the world where they were going. And she doubted he did either. She laughed to herself and he turned toward her. What a beautiful, beautiful smile.
Now, isn't that view breathtaking?
Monday, March 1, 2010
There was something to be said about the way he looked at her, the way he held her close, the way his lips graced hers. With one hand entangled with his and the other on his heart, she listened closely to its steady beat. She smiled. There was no use in trying to match the rhythm of their heartbeats. They were already in sync. She closed her eyes...
And fell, fell, fell.