I love this intersection,
And the simple lights,
And this left hand turn lane.
I can see some orange plastic and clear glass piled up nicely on the ground in front of me as I wait for the cars to pass.
This all gets a little more dangerous everyday.
This light.
It flickers above the street as if to tell me something.
It’s more of a blaring motion than a flicker… but it’s just as moving.
And it’s beautiful to watch and witness the structure we put up come alive on its own.
None of the other lights are talking tonight.
It takes my thoughts away.
This light is warning me of something.
It caught me from a distance.
Something peaceful.
Something in paradise.
I swear the clouds looked a little different with that light shining through it.
It just had to get those beams out high enough where we could see them.
Maybe to try and show us something.
Scattered and chaotic they looked.
Maybe to try and tell us something.
But don’t fright love.
It is only a matter of time before order is restored to the clouds, the skies, our life.
I’m like a bullet idle in a magazine ready for its chance to fly.
I’m like a bomb waiting for the gun powder to trickle down to my eruptive explosion.
But Sweetie, I am not filled with anger.
I’m filled with beauty! ready to burst with a touch of potential.
I want to shower my surroundings in ashes of color.
I want the oxygen to turn blue.
And the mountains to turn green.
I want the moon to be white.
And the sun a yellow… with a touch of red and orange of course.
I want the ocean a teal.
The night sky slightly purple with a bright yellow stars like the pictures in a fairytale.
I want the clouds to be puffy pillows hanging from strings.
And the sidewalks to feel like a bed.
I want the fish to fly and the birds to swim.
The animals should talk and the trees should dance.
Knights in shining armor and princesses waiting for their kiss.
I want to get inside of your imagination and bring it all out and spread it all around for the world to see.
I want you to think and breathe.
I am a balloon ready to fly wherever the wind will push me until I burst all the beauty to those down below.
I love you all.
Oh, how I can see thee more simple.
With fields of golden grass and the fences that divide.
The wooden ones we just hop over.
Because we don’t believe in telephones.
Why should we when a run to your yard will do?
Oh and how simple we had it!
The sun in the morning and the moon in the evening.
And all the chaos in between.
I’m on 100. How many stars have you counted?
Oh! What difficulty!
To see it but close your eyes to it.
To hear it but ignore everything it means.
The struggle to accept. This struggles to object.
And I know it exists. I do.
History may not show the logic. It’ll show you the dreams.
But because the stat book doesn’t show it doesn’t mean it never happened.
And I catch it but I throw it right back.
Because I don’t want it.
And that’s the struggle entirely.
A lose-lose.
For such ease in which it creeps up on me.
It creeps me out.
But did it even creep? No.
But I did creep you.
It had it’s drive.
It, this beautiful it.
It: A hint. It: A hint.
So why the mad rush?
I am humbled by the slow speed.
You’ve such a sense of urgency
That’s something I don’t need.
We can now realize the effort in our streets.
The flowers on the wall.
We can now notice the alarm of the red and all it represents.
And with all my acceleration you don’t stop to think.
The deceleration is merely an act surrounded by moats I keep wanting to jump into.
And the alarms go off in the head.
You’ve known forever what to do when this happens.
You know how to wait.
You know not to do this if it’s not right.
You know that you should never let anyone tell you “I love you,” against you.
You know how to brush it off even though you’re dying inside.
You’ve learned how to keep the tears back for the less deserving.
You know not to talk to strangers.
Not to let them talk you into getting closer.
And you know that promises are just words from one person to another, or many.
You know that we won’t be here forever.
But you know that you gotta soak in every breath in life.
You know that gleaming comes natural.
And you know that anyone daring to diminish that glaring smile has no place in that seat next to you.
And this isn’t a case of realizing what you had.
Because you’ve known it all along.
It’s a case of wondering whether or not you could be perfect for her.
But trying too hard to accomplish it.
And then attempting to live life knowing that you are indeed perfect but showing her the wrong way.
But by now she’s convinced you’re all wrong. You’re no place close to where she once held you.
But there’s some damn thing about you that makes me think twice.
Not because I’m doubted… but because you’re deserving of nothing less. (Beauty)
Beautiful.Smile.Ascend.Fly.Eyes.Stare.Music.Laugh.Listen.Watch.Witness
And amidst the chaos they’ll never realize the beauty they are swimming in.
It’ll never feel as fresh than when you first dove in.
And I hate to say it but you’re so close yet so far away.
I’m a minute too late but a phone call away.
Now it’s my hands tied behind my back.
But they’re still your eyes that are too heavy to see.
Closed from an overdose of water and a lack of sleep.
“Thank you,” you’ll say.
You’ve now realized the beauty you were swimming in.
You better put it away son.
What?
The piano.
Why?
Just put ’em away son.
What?
The keys to the piano.
My hands?
The sounds that make you sensational.
Oh, but I’m feeling inspirational!.. and no one can hear me.