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I thought about this one time, just a glimmer of the past. I sat here thinking about all the words that crossed my lips. How much they meant to me at times long gone. Oh how there were moments, tiny droplets of centimeters that were echoing inside me. Just once I wanted to be the one that owned goodness in your mind.
Perhaps that is just what memories are for. Inked in time. Blotted across the cloudiness inside our brains. The tickles of light spaces jumping from past to present then back again. Electrocuting giggles within pulses of today.
I cannot express the depth of just one wonder. The expansion that one tone of seconds are to me. If I was that person that echoes inside of you, why not say so? And yet here I am just allowing my mind to just say words. No meaning to them today. Just jumbled letters as the scroll of film plays in black and white in my mind. Colored pieces of you stand out.
Yet all I can do is smile. And I do pick up and go. A sly smirk as I recognize my place. It is that breaking time when tears fall but I keep my head up. Hoping. And yet there is no connection zapping through the time.
I hold just memories. Vivid and heated. Clearly all good even those in which I learned hardness. Still I am grateful. And as the night slows down, I sit here drinking my chai tea wondering what life is really holding for you? Will it be good enough to carry you into the newest of lighted paths?
I sit back into my pillows and just say I am thinking of you. Holding positive pressure in you achieving all your goals. To me, that is the best I can do. Just a bit of sentiment when I lean over to listen to a new rendition of "Your song". All I can do is never stop being a dreamer.
Soon my voice is heard.
Though you listening is probably naught. But I said how I feel. And it is what will be.
Perhaps that is just what memories are for. Inked in time. Blotted across the cloudiness inside our brains. The tickles of light spaces jumping from past to present then back again. Electrocuting giggles within pulses of today.
I cannot express the depth of just one wonder. The expansion that one tone of seconds are to me. If I was that person that echoes inside of you, why not say so? And yet here I am just allowing my mind to just say words. No meaning to them today. Just jumbled letters as the scroll of film plays in black and white in my mind. Colored pieces of you stand out.
Yet all I can do is smile. And I do pick up and go. A sly smirk as I recognize my place. It is that breaking time when tears fall but I keep my head up. Hoping. And yet there is no connection zapping through the time.
I hold just memories. Vivid and heated. Clearly all good even those in which I learned hardness. Still I am grateful. And as the night slows down, I sit here drinking my chai tea wondering what life is really holding for you? Will it be good enough to carry you into the newest of lighted paths?
I sit back into my pillows and just say I am thinking of you. Holding positive pressure in you achieving all your goals. To me, that is the best I can do. Just a bit of sentiment when I lean over to listen to a new rendition of "Your song". All I can do is never stop being a dreamer.
Soon my voice is heard.
Though you listening is probably naught. But I said how I feel. And it is what will be.
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