Saturday, April 3, 2010

Breathing In a Summer Night


What is this? This strange feeling....of longing, and desire....?

A longing for soft summer nights, running and laughing so hard that your tummy feels sore...but you love it anyway.
A desire for a crtain someone, a certain smile that can send acid dripping through your stomach. Almost as if you feel sick....but in a good way.


What is this sudden urge to sit on a swing set all night, staring at the stars, and listening to music that touches the very deepest, and fragile part of your heart?


When everything starts to change...and evryone knows that soon it won't be this way anymore....that we all have to take seperate paths....why does it always feel like this?
Like, if you could go back and change anything...it would be the thing seperating us right now.
But deep down you know that it has to happen anyway.


but here and now, I'll make a promise:

Even if we're far away
Even if we don't laugh together, or see one another
Even if we turn into different people, like we all do as life goes on...
I promise, that I won't forget you
And a part of me knows that we will meet again


But for now....lets not think about that. Lets keep on laughing, and lets keep on being children,
where the sky belongs to us, and so does every star.





xoxo


4 comments:

Liz said...

Your words are so nice. I am dreaming of summer, dreaming every night. I hope it comes soon.

jessie said...

Hi! Thanks, I enjoy my own little cozy corner of the www. ;) ps. I like your header picture! Is that you?

Lonely Heart said...

Beautiful.

Hey there, Lenore. Sorry I haven't been on for a long time. Everytime I logged into aim you weren't on = / Hopefully one of these days I'll have some time to get on and chance up with you. If you knew what I'm working on, you'd understand why even keeping up on my blog is hard. Perhaps we could exchange email addresses...?

Happy Easter!

Maddie M. said...

Beautiful. Absolutely breathtakingly beautiful.
xoxo M.
PS-Of course! I'll get online as soon as possible. xx