The Night Is So Cold Without You.
Well this is a change of pace.
That date I marked for myself is quickly approaching. And it just may be fulfilled, with the way things are working.
Let me look into your eyes and know that gaze is true.
I already know it, but really, I just want to look into your eyes.
I'd love a piercing stare, but I'd settle for even a passing glance.
Just to see that glimmer, for that split second.
On and on and on.
There's something about it, about you.
Maybe it's the way you word things, maybe it's the things you don't say.
But this time, I know I'm not putting stock into things that aren't there.
I know I'm not putting stock in fashion.
This is real. Or at least, as real as something can be, from halfway around the globe.
Sometimes I wonder why these things come so easily when written down.
And yet, to speak them, I stutter and stumble, trying to string it together.
Maybe it's a matter of medium.
You'll know it, one way or another. Whether you read it here or I whisper it in your ear.
And yet that whisper is so much harder than committing it to eternal text.
It's irrelevant.
All that matters is that it's true. I can't hold back anymore.
I won't let myself hold back anymore, because that is always the failure in my design: holding back.
I drew up some new blueprints, thanks to your help.
I hope you like them.
This probably seems silly and trivial, and maybe it is, but in this moment it seems so important.
You have that key.
Let me say that again.
You. Have. That. Key.
That might not make sense to you. I don't really expect it to, to be honest. But it's a very important thing to me. More important than all the sounds and sights in the world. And I can't think of another person I would rather have it.
I thought it was lost forever. As it turns out, it really was just misplaced.
Where did I put it?
I didn't put it anywhere. It figured out exactly where it needed to be.
Just this once, I'll end this a little differently, because this is something I can explain.
You have that key. And if you don't understand what that means, then please, please ask me.
That date I marked for myself is quickly approaching. And it just may be fulfilled, with the way things are working.
Let me look into your eyes and know that gaze is true.
I already know it, but really, I just want to look into your eyes.
I'd love a piercing stare, but I'd settle for even a passing glance.
Just to see that glimmer, for that split second.
On and on and on.
There's something about it, about you.
Maybe it's the way you word things, maybe it's the things you don't say.
But this time, I know I'm not putting stock into things that aren't there.
I know I'm not putting stock in fashion.
This is real. Or at least, as real as something can be, from halfway around the globe.
Sometimes I wonder why these things come so easily when written down.
And yet, to speak them, I stutter and stumble, trying to string it together.
Maybe it's a matter of medium.
You'll know it, one way or another. Whether you read it here or I whisper it in your ear.
And yet that whisper is so much harder than committing it to eternal text.
It's irrelevant.
All that matters is that it's true. I can't hold back anymore.
I won't let myself hold back anymore, because that is always the failure in my design: holding back.
I drew up some new blueprints, thanks to your help.
I hope you like them.
This probably seems silly and trivial, and maybe it is, but in this moment it seems so important.
You have that key.
Let me say that again.
You. Have. That. Key.
That might not make sense to you. I don't really expect it to, to be honest. But it's a very important thing to me. More important than all the sounds and sights in the world. And I can't think of another person I would rather have it.
I thought it was lost forever. As it turns out, it really was just misplaced.
Where did I put it?
I didn't put it anywhere. It figured out exactly where it needed to be.
Just this once, I'll end this a little differently, because this is something I can explain.
You have that key. And if you don't understand what that means, then please, please ask me.
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