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Everyday I think about that one moment we could connect. Its not that we don't, I just don't do it often enough. To be honest, I know I'm not the best lover in the world, but I know that I give it everything that I have. It's everything that I can offer....
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I fell in love with words....
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In the shadows of my midnight asylum, I found myself in the very essence that constituted a judgment-free zone. Words provided me wiuth a refuge against a world that never seemed to understand the inner-workings of my mental playground. What the hell do "they" know anyway? Its just me and you. Always recess. Anywhere. Everywhere. Letting the verbs run the meandering patterns of the internal jungle gym contained in my cranium. Allowing my adjectives grace the slides and take me to the highs and lows of my diction. Watching the nouns and possessive pronouns argue over who should dominate the swings of emotions I hold inside. But, I don't want it to end. Let's just hope the bell to the school of thought doesn't ring and end this temporary freedom that we have. Eventually it will, though. Till then, I'm having too much fun.
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You are the only one I know who would be interested in my daily happenings. Uninterrupted listening. Something that cannot be duplicated. I don't think that I could ask for more. Let's be serious... even when I'm caught up in the agenda life has for me or being a hypothetical offering to the god of the paycheck, I swear no one could fathom the things that flow through my mind but you. You put my thoughts into readable form. They convey emotions, images, and sensations that run the gamut. It's like a track race... or, something like that. They can go from arresting your heart in the deepest of my thoughts to making you sit up straight and cross your legs in your swivel chair at work. Let it captivate you when you least expect it. Let it create conundrums and questions in your head that never existed before. It'll draw your soul in with vernacular that subconsciously kidnaps your attention and assimliates you into my thought process at that exact moment. It's like seeing my thoughts in HD. Baby, I'm so (adjective) I (verb) (noun)... lol...
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But I know that anytime I needed to creep behind the realities that were put forth in front of me, I would lose myself to moments of solitude where silence was the only companion in my presence to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. How ironic. I close my eyes slowly and caressed the consonants while slipping into the passion of the vowels. Slowly, we strategically construct eloquent sentences laced with articulate connotations and neo-colloquialisms creating something similar to Boyz II Men unplugged harmonies. Mmhmm, yea. Like that. Every so often, I would get caught in the abyss of punctuation and pauses. But I mean, what can I say? I'm making a conscious attempt to go back and recollect that perfect intonation from the previous moment. It catches me in mid-thought like, "Damn, that was actually good". I surprise my damn self from time to time. Our words become sentences. Our sentences become paragraphs. Our paragraphs become pages. Pages that have yet to be explored... Chapters that have yet to come... I'm so interested what we have in store next....
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I exhale deeply... I grip my pearls... Smile slowly in satisfaction... I think I'm done writing... This is always beyond gratifying... Till next time, recognize how hard I fell in love with words....
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