consumed.
with every heartbeat,
you continue to permeate my life,
and i somehow feel more and more complete.
let’s keep losing ourselves to us,
because ‘i’ simply can’t imagine not being with ‘you’
consumed.
with every heartbeat,
you continue to permeate my life,
and i somehow feel more and more complete.
let’s keep losing ourselves to us,
because ‘i’ simply can’t imagine not being with ‘you’
Going through my blogspot and found this. Perhaps I’ll flesh this out more this summer. And change Finnegan’s name, maybe.
5th of December, 2005; 4AM
Thoughts of long agos and past times kept Finnegan from sleeping. After pondering those thoughts and then trying to figure out what led to them being on his mind, he gave up and decided to walk through the park down the street. Maybe that would clear his mind, he thought.
As he walked down the street, a Marlboro Red hanging from his mouth, Finnegan saw a homeless man in dirty, raggedy clothes and hat, pushing a shopping cart filled with random junk. Finnegan lit his cigarette, thinking to himself how, though different their lifestyles may be, they might have shared in common some of the same worries and concerns in life, if only to varying degrees. He continued to walk, the homeless man’s footsteps echoing his as they walked in opposite directions.
Finnegan walked through the park for some time, not wanting to sit at neither of the end benches nor the middle one. They had too much of a sense of order, he thought. He settled with a bench by a lamp post and brushed the snow off before sitting. His first cigarette nearly done, he placed another in his mouth and lit it with the embers of the first.
“Chain smoking still …”
He leaned back, rested his left leg on his right, place his arm over the back of the bench and began to let his mind wander. Thoughts of work, friends, what he was doing in life, all of it suddenly seemed to feel out of place.
“So, pushing papers for that fatass is what I’ve ended up with? Sure wasn’t what I’d imagined I’d get out of college doing. So much for med school, huh.”
tending the delicate flower of our love,
“don’t worry”, i’ll tell you, “it’ll be all right”,
i’ll defy both time and space to make sure of it.
there will be no impatient length of time,
nor ever-stretching distance,
to wither our flower.
don’t worry,
we’re almost there.
