If you are feeling unhappy or heartbroken, watch this. I promise you, you will feel better by the end of it.
With racing hearts and dimming lights,
our bodies find the floor like corpses
and we are led to meditation.
A voice tells me to think of a safe place,
something that’s mine
and I instantly feel a warmness in my chest.
She tells us to close our eyes,
slow our breathing,
and find it.
“Remember how it feels,” she guides,
and there’s softly brushing my cheek,
“what it looks like,” she continues,
green eyes flash across the backs of my eyelids,
his voice blankets me again, soft and warm,
his shampoo is still in my hair
I remember the mint of his toothpaste from any other.
“It doesn’t matter what it is,” she whispers,
“just as long as you feel safe there, happy,”
and I certainly do –
the only home I know is in your arms.
I could almost drift off to sleep
from the peace I’ve found
recalling forehead kisses and sleepy afternoons.
I’ve never breathed so lightly, so easily,
I’m so in love with you.
how am i to sleep
without you in my arms?
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I’ll be there to squeeze your hand when it hurts most.
Sometimes I think of you and my fingers ache from the memory of your skin.
if the angels must fall;
w/ their wings ablaze
like the favorite one, cast out
filled with vengeance at
dear old Dad
intent on destroying the grand
plan, the ultimate experiment
teetering on the gray shades of
the free-will zone of the universe
milky way reaches out to our
solar system trying to hold it’s
hand as a fringe galaxy is
attempting to pull our secret
little experiment into another
dimension of laws and mysteries
way beyond the comprehension
of our current state of consciousness
there is no word for “surrender” in
our native tongue,
so this war is just beginning.
It’s 11:11, make a wish,” I whispered, lost in the ticking of the clock.
“I’ve got mine,” he replied instantly and I was too curious to keep myself from asking what wish provoked such a quick response. “Can I tell you?” he questioned, wondering if sharing a wish truly keeps it from coming true.
“I don’t know, write it down and tell me in a month,” I offered.
“How about in 20 years?” he asked with a contagious smile.
“That works, too.