There is a story and it sounds like this.
It begins and it ends. It is strung together by syllables, and whispers, and words. Some words are life rafts. Others, sinking ships. And sometimes the story is only the stars in the sky or the scent of sun on your skin or the dirt on your hands. Some people tell it backwards and they shuffle their feet and they can't look you in the eyes. Some people only speak in riddles, and others only lie. And some people become a part of your story, and the movement of their hands creates an arc. And some people can only create white noise. But there is always the story.
Told as much through the tapping of feet and rattling of bones as it is by the silences that impart deeper meaning. I will say to you, 'this.' And you will say to me, 'that.' But it is all the same story. Told by faces and tongues and lips. And sometimes by knees. And sometimes by the softer parts. We may hide our story like a secret and bury it in the earth. We wield it like a knife and threaten anyone who comes near. We bear it like a yoke and reap and sow the burden. We carry it like a lure and perform the dance of the seven veils.
These roses make me giggle
Or maybe miserable
Their sweet scent steers me silent
Or perhaps a little ill
They really could be a thing
Or in reality sting
But they’re lovely
Lovely to breathe them in
and should my lips go flat
I wouldn’t mind thorns like that
This diamond makes me sniffle
Or really maybe sparkle
Its tragic could be slapstick
I heard they last forever
Or leave you altogether
It's the pickle of the day
But it’s lovely
Lovely to think it mine
But by design, I know
How hard it’d be to let go
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...... I want to love you for a while. Just a while. Just until the songs start to get noisy and the confessions become predictable. I want to see you, talk to you, study you. I want to watch you go to sleep and wake you up with kisses. Let's not make love, honey, let's brew it. Slowly. With stories and songs about foreign worlds that we'll never be a part of.
I want to love you without the fear of eavesdroppers- tell you all the things that my mind quietly conjures while I watch you, from across cubicles and meeting rooms. I want to tell you about your blue eyes and your brown hair, about how I do not follow your accent sometimes but your voice fills me up with the same feeling of belongingness as the tune of my national anthem.
Let's fall in love for a while. I like the feel of new relationships on my skin, so let's make promises that we'll never really keep and build sandcastles out of our dreams only to watch the sea take them away. Let's not make this a forever because we both know forevers hurt. Forevers become baggages sticking to our skeletons that we can't shake off.
I want to love you for a while. And when the songs start to get noisy and the confessions become predictable, let us leave. Let's leave before love leaves us.
Maybe that's the only way I can hold on to you forever.
Animals can cast spells as well. They do it all the time. We call it behaviors or mating rituals, but its magick. The animal spirits are very much like us. Some people even claim to have such a connection that they can transform into animals. I've personally never seen it, but that doesn't mean there isn't some shred of wisdom there. I used to be a werewolf. Long story. Gnight, good morning, good bye. Please follow if you enjoy the feed. Share a post with a friend. We got big things on the way. Meow 🐱