Left home to taste the journey, had no idea I would ever get off
somewhere, always kept the head still and looked straight, but something
made me drop the level by a few inches.. That something was quite where
I wanted to stop, and gaze like that child would to his pop, that
something was a beautiful sight, with those eyes she could be my
cigarettes light.. Was I meant to
assemble myself at that one place like really now, an answer that I find
up above the clouds, as I take off leaving behind that destination, she
stares back at me.. Being a risk taker I would jump off and run back to
her, so I do just that and she cries like a queen does when she
positions a heir.. And she helps me bring in more oxygen to my lungs,
removing the stains of doubt I carry in chose chunks, her face melts
into my soul like that ice, and she's liquid to my thirst, she's the
shade I need from the sun.. Pure like the child who cries without
thinking, elegant like that gown on the aisle well sparkling, the window
to the inmate in jail, the eye to that dawn, she's my bail.. So you
destination, you know who you are, you've finally made me stop, and look
back only to you again.. So make me thirsty and make me come and drink,
because you're the liquid to my thirst, you're my bling..
He, the air to my lungs.
ReplyDeleteWalked down the long path, with no destination, no desire to know, following my instincts as they led me down this journey. A soft breeze blew, and my head gazed up. Breath shortened and beats began to race, an exuberant experience towards a sight no one could describe. Silence was amidst..but there was something more...something different...a face ever so brooding, with a curve of the lips that could have very well been a mask. A facade behind the true soul, the true identity. Composure was needed, and a shift was again felt. As I take off leaving, I take a risk. The mind stops, but the body turns, not abiding under the control....he stares back at me...those eyes. Deep, and deeper, they go..brown...black...no one knows, acting like a beacon to my darkness, acting like hope to my actions. Pure, when the first rain falls, he's become my addiction..no string is attached...no exchange is given...but a mutual understanding is present....an unknown, unspoken feeling. The wind blows again, softly spreading between us, a touch...leaving, I find myself out of breath...he had become it, because you're the oxygen to my lungs, you're my bling
Sorry if this came across as being weird, that was not my aim!! I hardly knew you were an actor before reading your blogs, I just truly enjoyed the title of the blog while searching and decided to give it a read. You are very deep and thoughtful, and as a tribute I tried to style my writing in a similar way....but I am still confused about you. Your writing is so different than your actual character, so much depth, and thoughts go in....interesting
ReplyDeletePour it and feel like heaven that sacred thing will last forever
ReplyDeleteu have a depth that vry few possess n still fewer acknowledge....m rly loving ur posts
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