Drunk with emotion.
Like the hazy dreams of illness once you finally wake. Except this is more memorable, this is joyful and here and true. This is what it means to succumb to the overwhelming relief of having you so close to me that there’s hardly even space for breath between us.
It’s hard for me to speak.
Hard to put into words the gladness that lights your eyes at the sight of me.
Not some shallow, stainless reflection of me without flaws.
Cold Day in the Sun
by: Foo Fighters (Taylor Hawkins)
“I think it’s time you walked this lonely road
all on your own
It’s your cold day in the sun
Looks like your bleeding heart has already won
I wish I could take it away
And save you from yourself.”
The lonely spot in my mind where the thought of us dwells is mocking me today.
Sketch By: Vaigh
From my novel, Heartstone: The Drowned Tower.
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The Good Left Undone
by: Rise Against
“All because of you
I believe in angels
Not the kind with wings
No, not the kind with halos
The kind that bring you home
When home becomes a strange place
I’ll follow your voice
All you have to do
Is shout it out.”
The world is too dark a place to smile so carelessly. I know that. And yet… whenever I see yours, I find myself wishing the rest of the world away.
Here, I sit, bereft,
Listening for lost voices,
In dingy car lots,
Remnants of a time,
When I could still call your name,
And pray mine followed,
Life was better then,
When we were young and too bold,
When you called me yours.
I could spend an eternity of solace in those arms.