I step from the shower to the mirror. Bushing my teeth and putting on my glasses. The freedom from the beard allows me floss once again. I think I'm getting older because I enjoy reading in my bed earlier and earlier.
I walk down the hall to my room. Open the door. There it is, my new comforter and sheets. They look so new and fluffy. So cozy and inviting.
I'm reminded of her.
Her eyes, No matter how long they looked into mine it wasn't enough.
She's beautiful.
No matter how close I held her it wasn't close enough.
No matter how long we cuddled it wasn't long enough.
No matter how much we talked I hadn't heard enough.
Her hair falling in her face, those eyes looking at me.
I've seen a lot of stuff and I've been a lot of places but when we walk into Panera there is no place I can think of that I would rather be.
She, sitting across from me, telling me her worries, her stress, I want to carry them for her, I can to set her free. But I know I can't. I know it is only through the struggle that we can fly from the cocoon.
Her beautiful face in the morning candle light. How peaceful she looks. How I want her to never leave. Praying for minutes to turn to hours and hours to turn to days. But everything in this life it temporary. I try to soak as much of each moment into my memory as possible knowing this moment is slipping away. But in the moment we exist. In the moment she is here in my arms and that is all I can ask for and it's so peaceful.
I sigh and step towards the empty fluffy bed open my book and begin to read waiting for my eye lids to tell my mind when they are ready to sleep. I battle the ever powerful urge to send her a text. Find an excuse to snapchat. "Accidentally" start another trvia crack match.
But she needs space. It would be selfish not to grant her that.
Fasting is a good thing. It is important for us as humans to fast.
To wait.
It is only through waiting as I grow the beard that I can fully appreciate the luxury of not having a beard.
It is only through fasting that we can see the true value of the things we so easily take for granted.
I am not promised or guaranteed anything.
I only have the present, memories, and hope.
my hand sliding past her cheek behind her hair. And those eyes, that face looking back at me. In that moment, which has changed to memory, I am at peace.
I miss her.
Nahko Bear - Black As Night
I walk down the hall to my room. Open the door. There it is, my new comforter and sheets. They look so new and fluffy. So cozy and inviting.
I'm reminded of her.
Her eyes, No matter how long they looked into mine it wasn't enough.
She's beautiful.
No matter how close I held her it wasn't close enough.
No matter how long we cuddled it wasn't long enough.
No matter how much we talked I hadn't heard enough.
Her hair falling in her face, those eyes looking at me.
I've seen a lot of stuff and I've been a lot of places but when we walk into Panera there is no place I can think of that I would rather be.
She, sitting across from me, telling me her worries, her stress, I want to carry them for her, I can to set her free. But I know I can't. I know it is only through the struggle that we can fly from the cocoon.
Her beautiful face in the morning candle light. How peaceful she looks. How I want her to never leave. Praying for minutes to turn to hours and hours to turn to days. But everything in this life it temporary. I try to soak as much of each moment into my memory as possible knowing this moment is slipping away. But in the moment we exist. In the moment she is here in my arms and that is all I can ask for and it's so peaceful.
I sigh and step towards the empty fluffy bed open my book and begin to read waiting for my eye lids to tell my mind when they are ready to sleep. I battle the ever powerful urge to send her a text. Find an excuse to snapchat. "Accidentally" start another trvia crack match.
But she needs space. It would be selfish not to grant her that.
Fasting is a good thing. It is important for us as humans to fast.
To wait.
It is only through waiting as I grow the beard that I can fully appreciate the luxury of not having a beard.
It is only through fasting that we can see the true value of the things we so easily take for granted.
I am not promised or guaranteed anything.
I only have the present, memories, and hope.
my hand sliding past her cheek behind her hair. And those eyes, that face looking back at me. In that moment, which has changed to memory, I am at peace.
I miss her.
Nahko Bear - Black As Night