stories to tell

 Am i bored or am i messy? am i too past the times of giddy romance, or am i hallucinating fantasies? why can't i stop thinking about you? when i see the blue sky i see your eyes looking back at me. what do you see? do you look at everyone so intently, or do we actually have some chemistry? i see you pouting while in deep thought and my mind races to imagine how soft your lips are. your hands move when you talk and like i cat i follow them, smiling on the inside as i daydream of holding hands. i KNOW i should not think of you this way. right? it's been too many years and too much time for this. and yet.... am i bored or am i messy? nah. i think i'm in love. 

 Do you know the concept of height and energy? The higher something is the higher its energy. However, all that energy is just sitting there, accumulating and growing. Sitting next to you is being inside a beautiful and colorful hot air balloon. The longer we sit in silence, the more beautiful the view, the more I feel happy. Normally being nervous is uncomfortable but with you is more like I can expect excitement and comfort. Strange dichotomies. Being with you is an oxymoron. Bittersweet, comfortable excitement, roaring silence.  I want to hold your hand. To feel the tiniest details of your fingertips interlaced with mine. I want to exchange heat and warm you. But that would mean jumping off the balloon. Transform all my energy into movement. A scary proposition.  Would you want to fly with me? Your brown and gold hair shining in the wind. I’d tell you jokes to make you laugh and you’d laugh at how silly I was and I’d fall in love at how smart you are. I look at you, an...

 A tiny crunch of snow underfoot With a crisp air and a warm caress of an early sun, I walk beside you filled with inner happiness.  Happy to hear your steps, gliding on ice, Skipping on stones, floating into my heart.  A glittering of crackling ice hurts my knees But the adventure exhilarates me and I feel only joy, Inside that tunnel where in my imagination we kissed, Softly and lovingly.  A river, frozen and not, shines on my smile And in silence I sing and dance with you.  The leaves, brown and fragile, fly sometimes from our lookout, And nature turns the ice and the sun and the river into love.