I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The Fine Art Of Longing
I was so busy missing you, I missed someone else standing right in front of me. Now I’m missing them instead.
Its wierd, last night as I drove in the driveway of the building I sleep in now, I was thinking, is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my days. My body is in this building but my mind and heart are at home. Oh to wake up with my arm asleep like that head on it that hasn't move for hours. Gaze at that face of an angel and know this is everything, everything I need, everything I want.
its amazing, the number of people you have touched. it would be even more amazing if every single post was genuinely sparked from your daily feelings. i, myself, have even gone through this and appreciate physical proof that i was not the only one to make this mistake.
I was so busy missing you, I missed someone else standing right in front of me. Now I’m missing them instead.
interesting point of perspective, i kinda like it
ReplyDeleteyou know me quite well.
ReplyDeletetoday...
ReplyDeletei collected a hand full of glass from the sand
i gave some back to the deep blue
washing away the sharp edges
the others i saved to gaze at their beauty
let me hold them close
and some day set them free
the vicious circle i'm in.
ReplyDeleteahh been there
ReplyDeleteIts wierd, last night as I drove in the driveway of the building I sleep in now, I was thinking, is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my days. My body is in this building but my mind and heart are at home. Oh to wake up with my arm asleep like that head on it that hasn't move for hours. Gaze at that face of an angel and know this is everything, everything I need, everything I want.
ReplyDeleteHeh. Glad to see you're stickin' to your strengths.
ReplyDeleteI miss you even when you're next to me. Because I know I can never dig deep enough and reach you.
ReplyDeleteIf so, how do you know you would like what you found if you could get that deep?
ReplyDeleteyeah,, i really miss him right now.. but he doesnt know what's in my heart. i dont intend to tell him..
ReplyDeletebe here now
ReplyDeletebut you're still on my mind
ReplyDeleteis that enough for you?
ReplyDeleteOk...this broke my heart.
ReplyDeleteI miss them.
ReplyDeleteEverything has changed.
its amazing, the number of people you have touched. it would be even more amazing if every single post was genuinely sparked from your daily feelings. i, myself, have even gone through this and appreciate physical proof that i was not the only one to make this mistake.
ReplyDeleteOk I'm so late to this.
ReplyDeletebut it broke my heart into 50 million pieces.
because I needed to see it.
so I thought I'd comment it anyway...
here and now
ReplyDeletetoday...
ReplyDeletei juggle with two glass balls and one rubber ball
i'm tiring and close to having to make
the biggest shift in the planetary alignment
i've never been more afraid of life itself