She felt animated – her heart brimming with emotions, as if it were about to explode. The liquid joy coursing through her veins made her feel like she could take on the world. Advertisements
“She loved those in-between moments, where worlds join and make everything possible. Precious instants that merge dreams and reality, building bridges, creating links she could not even see before.”
Morning light’s warming up my face, wiping off doubts, cleansing all worries with a vibrant shine. My eye sight is turned blind through this power surge feed. My mind projects bits and pieces of you in the midst, interweaving dreams in the fabric of reality. I sigh…
Homework check. Tucked in bed, good night kiss, night embrace, Morning hug, loving smile – away you go. School all day. Back home. Lively chats, interest shown to a young adult in the making. That’s all they need, and up they grow.
Irresistibly I am drawn to you. Dawn of another life etching before me, as your shades exposed to light imprint on live film. A new page is turned. Time unfolds, performs, acts as a complex series of chemical baths, developing, then stopping, fixing, and washing.
“Words of time, traveling to the stars beyond. Words of love, drowning in the memory rains. Words of mine, falling down upon dreams of tomorrow.” – Ivor
Ouvre moi ton coeur, Open your heart to me, Montre moi les details, Show me the details, Qui composent ton être, That create who you are, Intime de ton histoire, Intimate of your story, Inconnu de la mienne. Yet unknown in mine.
Our lives are canvases We will paint’em right up Awake, in our dreams Grab my hands we will waltz ’till our sore feet ache, And our hearts can’t take Come right here and kiss me, I will be there for you , I tell you, you will see .
“There they were In their hearts Somewhere As if they had always belonged there”
Maybe that wasn’t love. It was just a meeting Of two souls, Two lonely roads crossing And sharing a moment.
It hurt her to know that she would never feel His arms around her again, she considered, But it was a higher relief to be off That straining roller coaster of highs and lows.
Sometimes it feels like you are with me Out of misplaced duty, not out of want. You don’t owe me anything. You want out? Just go. I will be better off on my own Than with unrequited love gripping At my hand and clawing at my heart.