Feels like being born...

I've been alive for 10 seconds, 12 minutes until tomorrow. 
We breathe, the world is in our lungs. 
I touch the clouds with my fingertips. 
The way I see you doesn't change, even through misty glass, my mind knows your face.

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There’s a door in your mind, with sentences incomplete and wishes you won’t speak, but then we meet.

Between the Sky and a Soft Place...

The sky blistered, it looked down at me as though it may fall but I'd been running for so long I just wanted to rest, even with its weight upon me. 
When I lay down on the Earth my head spins with a delicate fury, it feels like being born. He waits in the dark at my side, his complete and utter faith that I will not falter is more suffocating than the weight of the fallen sky. 
I seep into my thoughts, a calm river surrounds me, billions of stars overhead. The day is fading, I can feel you near by. Sentences running through my mind tell me we are a dream, but even as I fall over the edge of the world, the stars there to catch me, I choose to live here with you, not there alone. 

Lost and Found...

People tend to rush life, they slip and stumble whilst running towards the things they think are important, all the time the real treasures lay in pieces in their wake, wishing they would turn around. I love holding on to moments, for just slightly longer than time allows, an extra breath after reading a moving sentence in one of my favourite books, closing my eyes to feel the sun on my eyelids before I board a train, or laying my cheek against the soft grass that’s gathered under my picnic blanket after I’ve packed up to go home. But, a moment of love like that described, with another, I have never felt.

I came to realise soon after I found the letter that finding love in life is more beautiful and precious than a universe full of moments that have been left behind. To feel something so intensely for someone who was once a stranger is as amazing and as difficult to imagine as the colour of the most distant star. 

(another section from my book ^.^)

A Penny for a Dream...

Imagine what we look like from the outside. I find the darkness and watch its beauty leave me breathless as it takes me in. Like swimming in the calm ocean, pools of night behind my eyes whisper their intent. Secrets, that coat me in a desire that makes me reach for the next page with an uncontrollable madness. The stories of dreams with he and I traveling through the sky, make the pursuits in my waking life manic to some. But, here we are again, and here we go, dashing through each others thoughts as if they were our own. I let you in and show you the wonders in my heart. You take me under your skin and feed my hunger for the dark.

The Scene...

You may not know this but feelings have a scent. As dawn folds into day, as we lift the tape and step close the air changes, becomes thinner, difficult to breath.

Disappointment hangs over us. It feels like saying goodbye or being lost in a mall when you’re little. It smells like the husk of a tree freshly pulled from its trunk. Sadness and grief are similar but not the same. Being sad is more immediate, it’s like knocking hard on a doorframe but hoping no one is home, its scent is familiar like freshly cut lawn mixed with an ocean of salty tears. First an anxiety and then a desperate realisation that nothing will ever be the same, the salt killing the new shoots of grass all the way to the root. Grief is a constant trickle of rain, a vacant desire for the sun to ever shine hot on your face again. The scent, an old attic that’s lost all its memories, dust settling on furniture, a house with no fresh air. 

We wait, standing on the corner of a stranger’s world, hoping they will one day forgive us.

Second Line...

In life, moments are separated by many things, breath, words, sounds, feelings, but some rest on a whole different time line, not affected by the worlds plans, they exist completely alone, in a place that’s so amazing everything must be whispered.