The spark has me questioning everything even though I am averse to sinking through the glass without even a line to replicate because words are my mask and I love when I put it on because then I can hide in the dark while love is sitting next to me in plain sight even though I have never seen love unclose because it is almost like it keeps me in these four walls between the glass and leaves it for surprise because if I had even a clue to what the ending of the story was I would need another minute to read because I already flipped through all the chapters page after page when all I am seeing is converse between the lines almost like they are not taking a breath because they want to be able to finish their last sentences because if the lines became diverse then everyone would miss the pieces to the picture which would be broken by reality in reverse and then the transverse would begin and all the papers and pens would leave the pages unsaid.
Animal between the glass knows the touch of the surface where even if there weren’t quite any words to speak clearly the body language between you and me is clear in what we want to say that no words are necessary because while we let this feeling between us continue to build before all the storms come to try and break these pieces of us apart when the hearts come into play, and we want to either fight or flight to stay through all the ups and downs, or we could just let these pages of us flow through the river with each and every drop of water that has not come from our eyes to cry, but instead we try to hold in all the emotions because if we choose to let all the waters break through the glass then everyone would see all the fragile parts that we try to paint over with a brush and only hide them in pages of papers and pens because once we turn on the firelight then everyone see through our mask, and we will have no choice but to touch every subject on the matter of why love is better to listen to if it is a song.
Head to toe, I speak through the glass of the lines, I never lied when I love you came off my lips, I often blamed myself for being too pushy thinking I was the thorns that made you walk away from me and seeing the glass being shattered on the floor where I know have to pick up the scars because the roses ran out of petals where in my mind I still think of you because my conscious mind only blames me while I am in the passenger seat never driving because I am afraid of being behind the wheel, but I thought going down the road without a map would be scary but there was a lot of reasons behind why I shouldn’t go but they to do it afraid whatever that means, some words of wisdom, even though I am continuously stuck in my own head. Where the words never allowed me to breathe because I was constantly on a power trip of overthinking where the scene never left my vivid imagination I still see the bus stop from that day even though I can’t remember what day it was for the life me, but it must only mean that it was meant to be a distant memory one where I cannot recall what happened before I got there even though there was so many scenarios in my head to play with, but only one seems real to me and that is you hugged me to hush me from the truth that was in my mind and has now become reality a thousand times. I wish I knew the date to that day but only I remember the songs that were played that day, and it was Somebody to Love by Justin Bieber and Something about Him by School Gyrlsonce I got on the bus it became clear to me that I was now holding a blank slate of just a canvas and no words or a letter except seeing my heart be ripped out from under me leaving me feeling nothing but asunder from him and that way I used to trust him but that was not the only thing that broke me, but it knew that two wrongs were not right and that is why I couldn’t be anger at what it did to me only that he just crossed a boundary line and that was something that was going to take time to process and to make sure it was never crossed again but that seemed very farfetched because I cannot predict what could happen only the universe can see that far ahead as for me, I am still inside the mind of the same girl in the looking glass. I just someone could have been there to fondle me and tell me that it may hurt now, but you will get past this one or another, but I was alone and the only one who was there trying to hold me was the same one who eyes hurt me and someone who I haven’t forgiven yet let alone could even forgive me for something that was played with me, but I feel like instead my heart has become a sledge.
You kept me flying without Falling to the ground a stellar magic That was almost the force of gravity Where my wings already felt the courage And strength to take flight where There may have been some second guessing But I never wanted to believe those thoughts could Manifest because my heart was stronger than that And through all the lessons I’ve learned I got a Good picture of the qualities I am looking for One for sure is to not be treated as a stranger But to know when my wings have reached their limits Because you can’t tell a broken butterfly to fly If their wings are broken and their heart Doesn’t get a flutter and if that were to be the Case then it would be time to tape up those Wings that are broken to fly away and get away Instead of staying broken hearted and wingless Because being the damsel in distress was not the Role I wanted to transform into I much rather Have skipped the bursary if I knew the price would be My wings into a broken heart. Butterfly wings Where the whistle was a decibel Of a planchet heart.
Life dances so why don’t you? Is it because you are afraid you might slip and fall and there would be too much rainfall? But life never asked you for a dance you couldn’t take your hand to and it almost seems like life is easier on giving the chance of us away before we get to see that coming day where if life doesn’t dance then why does it shows us grandiose romance and why in a dream so crystal and clean where no moment falls out of the void for as long as we treat life like it is a dance between you and I
Nothing ever falls unless it passes through a star where the moon and sun are our sky and that is the only thing that shines on me both me day and night so I guess there is nothing left more to say than to treat it as if the story of life has already been told
But looking back I think to myself that I never would have given a thought to changing my mind nonetheless ever thinking I could even give love a try it almost felt like a simper dream that could almost never be but was thought to be more than an incomplete indelible but more of an afterthought reality that I knew for me and you life was something we were going to dance to whether it was our favorite thing or not this was chapter was not ready to end even if the dance was done.
You lifted me up I wondered where the moon was taking me next and how you could love me as rose when I was only your dreamer and the person who has always been by your side and you told me you thought I was incredible which was hard for anyone to believe because some may see me as a different version of myself than what you see or what I say but looking back I never knew you had remembered me that way I honestly thought some days you wanted to do away without me than to be around me because you were so consumed with jealousy and insecurity but I guess that was just the start of something we both had to love and live with because not giving it a second thought I never knew how much time could pass us I honestly thought when you said that nothing last’s forever that was a complete myth or cacophony but I guess it turned out to be a mystery one where I never knew where you kept the key to because I honestly thought it was better off a secret until you made me a story that wrote as a poem or should I say in this case a ballad called: The MidSummer of the Nightly Mirror and Rose’s Hand In the quiet must you speak, Since you turned your words into poetry of music for me, but all this time I thought you hated me or even despite me because you could never live up to the standards you created of me, but each moment in time or should I say each moment in mind you continue to prove me different and say that you thought I was incredible and for the first time I felt like you had touched me with new roses and gave me a new petal of personality and perspiration, after each compliment because I honestly stopped before I thought to speak to you because I never wanted to offend or double-cross you, but I guess all those words were the right to say because looking back at the same days that you flashback to become a different story, that now we think of in a different way, but more than that I liked to think you just said those things to me because you finally knew me, but I know that you would never lie to me and that was all the reason I needed as to why you said those things, but more than that I knew you always gave me or rendered to me the action and affection, but never the words which I wanted to hear you say more of to me, but you instead kept your distance and kept your silence some days even though you told me never to hide from you or hold back anything and I just wished you took your own words of advice back then, Because you seem to have a bundle full of them in a journal, but now I think you are because we have come this far not just in our thoughts but in real life as well and I know you are waiting for me to find a place in this world as well, but some things don’t happen that quickly no matter how much we may want them to I just wish I knew the answers before all the dreams were settled.
I walked with you hand in hand like we were walking down the bridge where people stored their locks by the fence to keep theirs forever lock and key where no one could ever break it apart because only they had the key to unlock but you wore your fedora as we walked the streets of Paris but then we chose
To one day come back to the same spot we locked it all up and rekindle that same memory that we chose to recreate when we fell into the love that started it all which may have been the most queasiest idea in the book but once
We actually got back it all started to flashback and we both felt the voluminous feeling of the wind as we both felt our connection which was the same feeling I got when you pulled back a strand of my hair and I thought you were going to kiss me but then you didn’t and I was wondering when because you left me on read
As I was waiting to see when the story of our first time was going to be a beginning instead of a pause waiting for the chapter to resume which left me bellowing out to my thoughts in my mind wondering why reality chose the dream to be the one who was the immersive eye.
I wish you knew how I felt about the quark that came between the crystal ball of my thoughts and me where many people seem to want to rip out the pages of my story and write their own lines but cutting out the part about my voice where my feelings for you seem to be getting in the way of my own reality at least that is what people are referencing to me everyday in conversation and those words are now my intrusive thoughts that seem to know how to play with my head and I don’t know if I will ever forget them because it is almost like each word and phrase is photogenic or photo-generated in my head but I just want to be known as more than what people perceive about me because it seems like I am the only one who knows the full story and not the ones with the pages that are ripped out of my diary but the dream I became to be and the one who understands the reality and the whole meaning of everything and even though I try to brush it off and move on it still seems like it is never going to stop eating me alive until I am nothing but dust of sibilance on the ground where they continue to play my heart like a life hanging by the thread of the cymbal where I am entangled in my own destruction before I could catch the cord of reproduction but I just hope that as in yaw that I am that I will not lose myself to the ripped pages out of my diary But I have a fair inkling that no one will know the pages written in between and that everyone will still point out the flaws as mistakes and the errors of my words that continue to come off like blood of the roses where I just watch myself in the eyes wither and die even though I have not fallen into the deep yet But if I was lost in the woods and could not find my way out would anyone come looking for me or even care to know what I am doing or who I am because it seems like they would rather see me in the face of quicksand instead of whole which is where I am watching my time go and now I have become ripped pages out of my unlinked diary.
While I was wide awake and I didn’t want to go, I became the chaser because you had left me to discover and while I didn’t know exactly where to go I learned to water my own roses, where I was taking each part of the journey day by day hoping to gravitate towards seeing you and while I was waiting for the sun to set I stay wondering when the confirmation was going to being the cards back to me but while I questioned how it was we were supposed to start again it only hit me that I was caught up in the question of how did ruining our life get us to finding a new beginning?
I always thought when it came to the point of us ready to reunite again that somehow we would still be a secret and that no one would continue to know or ask any questions of how I felt about you, but it was almost like I had to search for clues in my dreams just to unlock the box of finding the real me
But it came to a point where I felt like running away because I felt like my dreams were being locked away in a journal forced to only speak on the pages I had written of myself in where if I tied the petals of my roses like a bow what would they unravel would anyone outside of the story be able to understand the history of this love story or would they just question the reality and say, “well, why wait when there is no set date?” For a dream without a plan is just a dream inside of a cupboard of lost pages ready to be opened from a key where somebody can make the ink out of a story
There maybe a lot of second guessing in the picture that is difficult to finding a conclusion, but I’m afraid I haven’t found any other pieces that fit the puzzle other than the ones I read about in fairytales, but in reality it is more than just pages in a book it is more about a lost love that was taken
I only hoped to have found the missing pages again because as I couldn’t quite put my finger on it there would seem to be more to this story that is not quite finished yet so in order for this balance in between to be filled there had to be a spot in the story to fill but I wonder who will take hold of the heart that has yet gotten the chance to love outside of these four walls yet? — Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart. — William Wordsworth
The quality of life is nothing but a set in stone that does not lie, but rather shows us the picture of the whole truth where if you thought you had lost some puzzle pieces along the way, then just look to life because it may surprise where some of the pieces to the puzzle may be hidden, but that comes with time and patience, butt it is the effort of those actions that make the result worth your while but that is the lesson that teaches us what life is going to be about but the exposure of the letters are all we need to know when it comes to writing about our life
There are only so many pages we can use to fill up a journal until we have run out of room and we have to either start a new journal or a new chapter because we used up all of the pages on the previous one, but that never stopped us from writing down what we thought it only stopped us from using the same page to do so and chasing the dreams that we want to become real instead of just being in our own minds and letting reality just carry on without us being in the present
Should have known when it was time to leave that you would be the one that was coming back to me for I had never thought in all this time away from it all you would be the one to find me, but as you kept on driving by but you never got the opportunity to stop and say hi but I only wished that one day it will come and that soon it will happen once again but that only comes if we both manifest it which I know that we have been but it has felt like it is has been years since the time has come around
Where instead we both feel like this love story is going on a merry go round but we have yet to find the center in all the chaos because it seems as though life has yet to give us the opportunity to slow on the gas and step on the brakes with how much we have both been driving to try and see each other it always seems like there were missed opportunities on days we thought would be the one where our dream of us would come true leaving us to be so beside ourselves because we haven’t been able to see each other since
But I know that beginnings take time, but how much left are we supposed to write I feel like we have written all about our feelings every chance we have gotten but we have yet to put those feelings into action because we have instead always reached a dead end with almost no sign of a detour or a signal to go by
We may fall too often before we got the chance to get close and it may be nothing but that is not the way that it has been going I only wanted you close and to feel like this forever and to have you be my front and center and I could be your nine to five because that is all I want to feel your presence all the time from am:pm there will be nothing too cut short because we have been part for far too long because I want to feel like this forever I want you front and center because I could your nine to five because your all I want so give me all your love around the clock am:pm like you’ve never stopped you only cut the time to a pause but I want to feel like this forever just to have you in my life not just in my mind where we may been out of touch but we reconnected through our thoughts so to feel like this forever I want you front and center I could be your nine to five and your am:pm even if it takes dreaming of you everyday and every night of my life then so be it but the truth of the matter is I just want to be your am:pm all the time were nothing not even time is lost between us ever again
I knew it had to be this way if we were ever going to leave and start again but what I didn’t know is that in our thoughts we always go back to the place we first met and we never seemed to forget about the memories we both made because secretly whether we both like it or not we are still every much connected to that same place we once thought the doors were closed on only to find out our memories still kept those same doors open for us to access in our minds even though at that same moment we felt it was our only choice but to leave but who would have thought the place we left would be the place we would come back to the most only because it was the place we first met
If you took my hand would you have let go or would you have stayed underneath these fluorescent lights with me where it would feel like we were dreaming under the sun with all the fireflies touching with one hand but we would be touching our own hands because no matter there would be no chance we would be able to let go of them because we have let go of ours for far too long and it is time that we have take our hands and never let go of them again but if we are dreaming then I never want this dream to be over because I would have waited a long time to be with you this way even if it was going to last for only a day but I secretly wished it was going to last for longer than a minute and more of in the moment because I would not want this moment to be over quite yet because it was already.
Music released a few through the emotions that tied me into tune where I looked out onto the mirror and saw my heavy heart breakthrough a blur where I had finally found my vision and my carbon of oxygen but once that phase of me passed I became a copious of emotions that just sang the notes before I even thought of the words that left a slain of new hearts and old scars but as the moment continued it became apparent that the keys of music were candor than the words of my story filled character of life one where the lyrics carried the words of the lesson where I belay the message but it only carried a different impression
So leaving me with my own interpretation of the song I had to listen to the lyrics more than once and o came to find that lasting more than a minute with listening to all of my thoughts
Only became the emotion of my heart that I was trying to avoid and some may have thought that my inner thoughts were a miracle and but some say its criminal and to be yourself in each every way my confidence keeps me sane so I keep my head up and draw the line to keep together my pretty little mind.
Where Stories Can Spark Their Magic 