Her words were soft.
Creating music on his ear drums.
Scattering letters on his brain.
Filled his lungs, causing him to breathe her.
Travelling in and out his ribs, landing onto his heart.
Beat after beat,
her voice is all he could speak.
He craved her like his favorite food.
Given to him in portions so he’ll stay hungry for more……
Food for thought
I dream of you often.
Your face is not visible to me.
Who are you my beautiful daydream?
Date an artist. There’s perks to this. Only if you’re willing to commit to a world where you often get lost in your thoughts. Sleep will be during normal business hours. Breakfast will be at midnight. Our dates will consist of travelling to deserted areas and camping out waiting on something to happen. Things like a beautiful red moon or a star shower. Or something simple such as two birds mating.
Dating will be fun. We’ll smother ourselves in books and wear mismatched socks. There will be cameras everyone, capturing our every move so that my hands can be free. This way I’ll be able to give you a massage. Which will turn into a tickling game because the only thing we take serious is our art. But you my love, you will be my work of art as I will be your portrait of beauty wrapped in human canvas. So place me on your easel and stroke me. Let your colors bring me to life.
Date an artist. One who’s carefree. Who not only procrastinate about daily activities. But one who can create something from the eyelash that falls from your eye when a tear falls. The same tear that appears when you realize this is no longer dating. We have taking this to another level. A high that takes you deeper into the galaxy. But we’ll never step foot off this land. Like the shell by the sea, you and I will have perfect harmony.
Date an artist. Or at least someone with dreams and whose hustle is just as strong as their ambition.~ J.A.A.G
We take advantage of you.
Run through your grass.
Steal your flowers.
Cut your trees.
Pollute your lakes.
Complain about your heat,
Cry about your rain,
and become depressed with your snow.
You’re such a sight to see.
But we don’t fully appreciate you.
Through it all you still find the strength to bloom into something beautiful. ~J.A.A.G
Music speaks to me.
It tells me things I’m thinking but afraid to say.
So I’ll play this song and hope you’ll understand the lyrics.
Will you listen and feel the same way it makes me feel?
I can listen to music daily but nothing compares to the song you sing for me.
(Music I’m afraid. Will you sing for me…)
She’s so confident.
How she walks with her head held high.
It takes a lot of confidence to go against the majority.
Sorry to say it but you’re too normal for me.
I found love in a different country.
This love was foreign.
I found love in a different color.
This love was pale like the moon.
I found love in a different taste.
This love has a new smell.
I found love in a touch.
This love has a new texture.
I found love in words.
This love spelled it out for me.
I found love.
This love came in pieces.~J.A.A.G
I change my mind. I no longer want to be the one you call when you’re free. Or bored or need some help. I have already blocked you. So please do not call me from unknown numbers or create new pages to message me. I’ve always been indecisive but this time I’m changing my mind for the last time.
Day 11 “Night”
We rarely say goodnight because our bedtimes are typically around 5 am. Turning off our devices as the early morning light creeps through the blinds. We’ve spent hours talking about random topics. Wide awake as if it’s Midday. Or maybe we were fighting sleep. Insomnia winning this battle. I surrender to you. The nighttime. When everyone’s asleep and there’s this quiet sound of peace. My bed is comfy but this itch in me wants to roam the streets. C’mon! lets dance under the streetlights. Hide in tunnels whenever we hear a sound.
You’re right I should sleep now. Good day my love.