Wednesday, June 22, 2011

The Physics In The Air






















And I promise you I'll hold your hand back. I'll sit back and enjoy it. I'll laugh at lightning. I'll giggle at thunder. I'll drink raindrops. I'll lean into the wind. I'll see the sun come out. And one day, I'll cry for a storm that's passed, never to come again.

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

Stunningly beautiful. That combination of those words has made my day, no - week, no - month... no - year. And for that I am truly thankful. So... Thank You.
<3 XO

Love, Me.

P.S. I always, always miss you.

Anonymous said...

How beautiful, yet sad at the same time...I will cherish this (and what we have) always...

Broken

Anonymous said...

I promise you I don't want you to hold my hand. There is nothing funny about the situation. The lightening will laugh at you, the thunder will taunt. Raindrops will flood your waters. Lean into the wind as far as you can. The sun will do nothing but burn you. And one day, you'll cry for a storm that's passed, never to come again.

Anonymous said...

What goes up must come down. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Anonymous said...

Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. :)

Anonymous said...

I promise you I'll hold your hand back as well.

Anonymous said...

And I'm still holding your hand even when I say I'm not...

Luna said...

giggle at thunder
laugh in the rain
roll through the valleys
and dance in the snow

awesome :~)
where is the picture from
it says it all

Anonymous said...

I had a dream so similar to this

Anonymous said...

Sometimes, the mix or stir of feelings could be addictive.

edgeacuity said...

This picture is breathtaking!

Anonymous said...

this is perfection.

Anonymous said...

this is perfection.

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Angela said...

oh my gosh
i love the way this one and your previous post go together, genius!
i know exactly what you're trying to say and it is so beautiful
thank you for this

Anonymous said...

Numb for love yet I received a gift for god.
The older I get, I wish I would be more grateful. Today there are no tears dripping down my cheek, pausing at my chin.
I'm just afraid a little. Yet I don't take action. Maybe I truely need to hold your hand, want to hold your hand and will hold your hand.
Numb is just a cloud coming by, washing away the good memories and trade them for fear.

Fear of a failblog love for me winning your love.

Can't win. Can't lose.
I'm afraid to lose.
Hold my hand. Hold it now.