These strange days crawl into the palm of your hand like little wild animals hoping to be tamed. I can’t get your voice out of my head and it’s making it hard to breathe. What was it you said to me that split my heart in two? Something about love, something about forever. The taste of it is still stuck between my teeth. As I sit on the steps in front of an old church, I watch the people shuffling by with dreams in their pockets, echoes of lifetimes crowding at the heels of their tired feet. If I don’t write I can’t think and I don’t know what I think if there are no words on the paper in front of me, it is a lonely feeling, well, lonely and not lonely. I think it was Audrey Hepburn who said, I don’t want to be alone, I want to be left alone. That’s about right. My head hurts and my vision is pained. Too much light, too much wine, too much darkness coursing through my veins. How much money do you have to throw at the problem to make the world stop spinning. How many boys do you have to kiss before you turn into something you think they might want. We turn ourselves inside out. We turn the pleasure into pain and the pain into an excuse not to explain why we do the stupid things we do. If I don’t write I can’t see. If I don’t write I can’t get out of my own way. But it’s you tying my hands behind my back. It’s you piercing roses against my wrist with a look in your eye like you need me so badly you can taste the tears inside my mind. It’s you lodged in the back of my throat. Tell me, sweetness, tell me so deep. When is forever and if it’s forever is that all you need.
I taste your voice your incredible stories so deep I lose myself and I face the abyss with your stories. You are darnly beautiful.🖤🌹
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It can feel good to lose yourself for a while…especially now. Thank you so much, you are damn beautiful too. 🖤🌹🖤
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Yes Mari ‘I lose myself pleasantly in your voice and stories. Do you mind if I call you Mari ‘? 🙂😘
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That is so nice to hear, I’m so glad you can escape in my stories for a while. I love telling stories. And I think it is lovely you call me Marie. It is my middle name because it was my grandmother’s name, she was from Sicily. 🥰
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How nice, my mother is named after your middle name. ❤️
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Ahh, that is very special indeed. ❤
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Maria,Marie❤️🌹
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I like this. A lot.
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I am so glad you enjoy. ❤️
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