| — | Haruki Murakami (via hellanne) |
| — | Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via larmoyante) |
You ever open your eyes
And see life right in front of you
Signs passing by in slow motion
One after the other
And you stare, dazed
Until the moment’s passed
And you’re left
Standing there
Wondering, how it was
You didn’t grab hold.
Let our bodies
t
w
i
s
t
a
n
d
t
u
r
n
to the
beat of
our pounding
hearts.the rhythmic
thumping
matching the
constant beat of
our intertwined
fingers as they
trace the
c
u
r
v
e
of our spines.
I stood as your soldier - I stood strong and tall.
When life grew unsteady, I caught your fall.
I have been with you throughout it all -
Tell me, why don’t you answer my call?
I stood as your shield - I had protected your heart.
I wove my soul around it, creating a work of art.
I tethered my…
I hummed
and you knew every word;
you sang along.That’s just it
in sweater weather
and open window apartments.
That, that alone,
that song, rise, fall, pitch,and the wind hummed
blowing
through the window.You knew every word.
He’s bad for me.
It’s his dark eyes.
They are the color of tree trunks
and when his eyes meet mine,
they root far into my soul.
They keep me just as his words do,
and it’s as if every moment with him
leaves my curiosity more entangled.
I am lost in the wilderness of his gaze.
He’s searching for…
I once stayed up all night
To see the sunrise
Never blinking an eye
My little fingers held onto the window panes
As the cool black of the night
Morphed into this
Fire and heat
And morning sun
I stared in awe
As the birds answered with their call
I watched as the red and orange
Left the…
I can’t remember the last
time I lived in one place
for longer than, say,
ten months or a year
and after a few months go by my legs start
to ache like when you’re sick and can’t run for
a week but I can run and run and run and they’ll
still itch for motion and for new soilI used to think this…
