Your laugh is so genuine and hearty, it brings a smile to my face. I want to tumble down hills that echo, cover, fill, and ooze with your laughter. Rolling in its sweet highs and lows, surrounded by fluttering butterflies, sun beams, swirling mists, and my ever deepening want to hang onto you with my arms latching; sleighing on your beautiful laugh, never wanting it to end.
I don’t know why you do the things that you do, but baby, can I kiss you? Can I put my arms around you and bury my nose on your neck. Gently brush your hair, look back at how amazing you are, how sweet your lips taste, how delicate your breath–how fragile your spine; as I hold you, as I try to kiss each and every little bump on your skin. My darling, sweet love. You are so adored.
The more you see how temporary everything is, the more you want to be extremely nice to everybody.
Reminders, from today
To the war veteran on the wheelchair, sitting outside on a warm day
The young woman alone with a child
To the young man huddled in the comfort of his cheap phone
The beggar down the street
To the heavy lady who has to walk under the hot sun
To the bus driver contemplating life as he drives
To the middle aged black woman in a fancy sports car driving home from a long day at work
To middle management who always have to try harder
To leaders who don’t really know what they’re doing
Today I sat there thinking I’m 18 years old and looking at the sky. I was lying on the grass with a book, but hell, I can never concentrate. The winds gushed, the clouds darkened, a wimpy little thunder growled,
and I felt happy.
Shivering at night in the cold, dark chamber
Sweating and suffocating
Hallucinating; losing ground and the center within
Lost and unable to be found; stuck in a limbo
Needing sweet, sweet love
And much understanding