And then all of a sudden I’m alone again. Like those moments of playful banter didn’t happen. I saw your eyelashes. They moved in a way that could not spell anything but pure adoration. Sugar sweet with a tangy aftertaste. It’s like I don’t even exist in another world. Any world but yours. I see you and, no matter how many times I tell my heart not to, and no matter how many times my brain believes it; it jumps around in my rib cage aching to break free. To suction itself onto your body. And it’s like it doesn’t even occurr to you that my thoughts never cease to piroutte back to the cascading waterfalls of emotion that I feel when I even get to drink you in for a second. You’re my hydration, and without you I have so many unquenched thirsts. Without you, I can’t think. Without pestering thoughts and jittery worries I cannot spill these words like a glass of red wine onto white carpet. Without love, nothing is permanent. I need fixation and dreams and hopes. I need to tie my strings onto solid and tangible ideas so that we keep in balance. I’ll float, high up above every everglade and every stream, and they will keep me grounded. Like roots into the soil, you keep me ever-changing, ever-wanting, never knowing. You make me real.
(Source: 13poop)
