As the sun sets, I close my eyes. His smiles silently whisper to my ears to throw some words like honey at me. They hit my brain so hard that I faint after having gone through my complex system to hear the words. Did I hear them, ever? They are sent to me, and I receive them. It is automatic. It is more like an instinct to me. People would describe those words as music to ears. Yes, I heard it. I enjoy music, and so does he. Did I ever hear his words though?
My mind is full and gone. It is like a balloon full of helium gas. Fancy thoughts. Bubble gum flavor. A quarter into the machines. Red. Yellow. Green. Blue. White. Whichever color I get, I chew the bubble gum, savoring the flavor. Fancy thoughts. Stoned. In the air. I’m soaring as an euphoric balloon. Free in the sky. Into the sunset. His words.
Those words penetrates me like the light I saw one day.
I fell straight down to the ground. Down to the earth. I start wobbling like a toddler. I observe what’s around me. His words. I keep walking as a toddler. I absorb what’s around me. His words. I walk. I stand on the earth. I start to feel the scents of what’s around me. His words. I start to talk on two feet. I feel my own weight. I feel the weight of the air. I feel pressured by what’s around me. His words surround my senses.
The dark silence gives me the light I saw one day.
His words so loving as my father’s smile distances me from myself. I once knew how to laugh at fond moments; now I’m a clown because I have to laugh to become the girl I once was. As loving as my father, as emotional as my father, as disappointed as my father, as closed as my father, I have come here. Away from the home I grew up with my father and my mother. I left him as a toddler to be my mother as a woman.
His words cradle me. His words lay me down gently and his tender voice starts to sing a lullaby. I close my eyes as the sun sets.
I see the same light I saw that day.
I start to see what’s around me. His words. I start to hear what’s around me. His words. I start to smell what’s around me. His words. I start to touch what’s around me. His words. I start to feel what’s around me. His words. I start to say what’s around me. His words.
I started to love because of the sunset that laid me asleep that fond evening. I love because of what’s been around me. I love because of the bubble gum I got that day. I love because of the lullaby sung in his tender thoughts. I love because of his words thrown at me.
I wake up to the light which has been shining upon me.
His words like honey never taste sweet, which is why I crave doughnuts today and I will most likely be craving chocolate fudge tomorrow. A moment of indulgence gets me back to my life I live to love in love.
And I finally heard his words.
My mind is full and gone. It is like a balloon full of helium gas. Fancy thoughts. Bubble gum flavor. A quarter into the machines. Red. Yellow. Green. Blue. White. Whichever color I get, I chew the bubble gum, savoring the flavor. Fancy thoughts. Stoned. In the air. I’m soaring as an euphoric balloon. Free in the sky. Into the sunset. His words.
Those words penetrates me like the light I saw one day.
I fell straight down to the ground. Down to the earth. I start wobbling like a toddler. I observe what’s around me. His words. I keep walking as a toddler. I absorb what’s around me. His words. I walk. I stand on the earth. I start to feel the scents of what’s around me. His words. I start to talk on two feet. I feel my own weight. I feel the weight of the air. I feel pressured by what’s around me. His words surround my senses.
The dark silence gives me the light I saw one day.
His words so loving as my father’s smile distances me from myself. I once knew how to laugh at fond moments; now I’m a clown because I have to laugh to become the girl I once was. As loving as my father, as emotional as my father, as disappointed as my father, as closed as my father, I have come here. Away from the home I grew up with my father and my mother. I left him as a toddler to be my mother as a woman.
His words cradle me. His words lay me down gently and his tender voice starts to sing a lullaby. I close my eyes as the sun sets.
I see the same light I saw that day.
I start to see what’s around me. His words. I start to hear what’s around me. His words. I start to smell what’s around me. His words. I start to touch what’s around me. His words. I start to feel what’s around me. His words. I start to say what’s around me. His words.
I started to love because of the sunset that laid me asleep that fond evening. I love because of what’s been around me. I love because of the bubble gum I got that day. I love because of the lullaby sung in his tender thoughts. I love because of his words thrown at me.
I wake up to the light which has been shining upon me.
His words like honey never taste sweet, which is why I crave doughnuts today and I will most likely be craving chocolate fudge tomorrow. A moment of indulgence gets me back to my life I live to love in love.
And I finally heard his words.