brilliant
i had a brilliant sunday ... i got through all the things on the list of 5 and i feel rather accomplished and happy with myself. so the day was brilliant. i actually felt so happy i rank it right under being with my boy. it's probably as near to perfect happy as i can get without being with him.
it was warm today. exceedingly so, over 80 degrees. it was nice to open the windows and take down the curtains and wash them. i stripped the bed and washed the sheets. i sleep on the sun and moon and stars. i love celestial patterns on things, maybe it has something to do with collecting angels and all things celestial. maybe it just has to do with it being my thing. and i don't want to give up my thing. i really don't want to. but for the sake of us i would consider finding a new thing that we could share.
isn't that what love is? not necessarily giving up your things, but adding your things to his things and then those things you cannot agree upon, finding something you can make just your own, between you two? i wouldn't want him to give up himself, because he is who i fell in love with.
god. i fell in love with his goofiness, and his tenderness, and his wit, and his ability to melt me with just the right combination of words. i would never change any of that ... not in a million years. he was made for me.
somewhere along the line you have to stick your neck out and say firmly "i believe that somewhere in the world is the person who was made for me." and mean it. if you don't you will forever settle for that person who almost makes you feel the way you could feel if it were oh so right. settling for that person ... it's nearly there, but something is missing. it's like you always have to explain the punchline to your jokes. they just don't get it. and there is strain and tension when the living should be easy...
that's why you just have to stick your neck out sometimes.
to be finished later:
your eyes are so blue
i want to crawl through them
like a hole in the sky
it was warm today. exceedingly so, over 80 degrees. it was nice to open the windows and take down the curtains and wash them. i stripped the bed and washed the sheets. i sleep on the sun and moon and stars. i love celestial patterns on things, maybe it has something to do with collecting angels and all things celestial. maybe it just has to do with it being my thing. and i don't want to give up my thing. i really don't want to. but for the sake of us i would consider finding a new thing that we could share.
isn't that what love is? not necessarily giving up your things, but adding your things to his things and then those things you cannot agree upon, finding something you can make just your own, between you two? i wouldn't want him to give up himself, because he is who i fell in love with.
god. i fell in love with his goofiness, and his tenderness, and his wit, and his ability to melt me with just the right combination of words. i would never change any of that ... not in a million years. he was made for me.
somewhere along the line you have to stick your neck out and say firmly "i believe that somewhere in the world is the person who was made for me." and mean it. if you don't you will forever settle for that person who almost makes you feel the way you could feel if it were oh so right. settling for that person ... it's nearly there, but something is missing. it's like you always have to explain the punchline to your jokes. they just don't get it. and there is strain and tension when the living should be easy...
that's why you just have to stick your neck out sometimes.
to be finished later:
your eyes are so blue
i want to crawl through them
like a hole in the sky
posted by crazy in kc @ 11:56 PM
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