Here’s the moment you tell me if the effort I put into you was worth it, I wonder if you realize how much I hope so… Here’s the moment I hold it all out on the line, and if you don’t I’ll never tell you, but I will never forget you.
I never lied to you.
and I never will, however I will put the lock back around my throat and run… I feel I may do that better than anything anyways.
I can recollect the very moment I saw you, not as if you were in front of me at all. Rather you played a symphony of words and I felt you in the depths of me. An awakening of sorts, the way you swayed in front of me promising, promising hope. From that very moment on I grew curious of what your presence meant. Every conversation was like the focusing of a lens, you became clearer to me, you began to glow. You presented a key on mind made velvet that released the chain bound around my throat. We met late and walked on a bridge of color much like a dream, and even in the cold I felt warmth. Yellow, Orange, Green I always find pieces to keep. As the music played on second meeting I felt an over whelming since to touch the lips of the story I had began to walk in. I felt the calm and rhythm of the ocean meeting the sandy shores of land. I felt the intensity of fire in the deceiving tones of blue and I knew, there was more to come. I remember the ache I felt entwined in your senses. I remember the morning coming without my eyes resting, just gazing. oh, the things I saw and journals bare as my witness at that moment I realized how alive I was. I could have discontinued breathing and somehow survived for I knew I was to be yours. I released my hesitations and the iron cuff I had around my ankle, I took my heart from its box and as a trinket to dangle, laced it around my neck. It did not feel heavy as I had imagined nor did it feel weak as it had for ages. Time. I never seemed to notice its passing when in your company. When I first gave myself, the unity I felt erased the world and drew it back again. The first time I closed my eyes and laid beside you I felt you like my art, as if we were designing a place of sanctuary as life paused to rest. I found so perfectly a dream to be an illustrator. Much like a bird I have always been and you storyteller arose a song I was not fearful to sing. I look for you in the dawn and expect you as surely as the dusk. And if you do not wake with me I will place our stories with lace and charm inside my box. I will engrave our possibilities on a sheet of tin and place it in my pocket, so always near by, and I will wait to hear your stories again.