It was a little cool out today but the sun was bright. I picked a path I don’t usually go on and there was a new bench under this large tree. The tree has branches that are long and seem to defy gravity, pointing out past the trail and almost touch the ground.
That bench at the end of the blue trail way back where I seldom see another person.
This time of year is always bittersweet! Typically it brings a measure of sadness because I’m so fond of warmer months but then it also represents changes in life. We learn to accept changes we can’t control and hopefully move on better equipped. This year the change is again bittersweet. The flowers are all dead and it will be a while before I see them bloom again, already I can’t wait for that. With this year comes another change in my life and one that I will accept and use what I’ve learned. There’s something else blooming and it’s love.
When you are with me and fall into my arms I wonder if you can feel how hard my heart is beating. When you hold my hand and I kiss it I wonder if you can tell I’m a little nervous and that’s just my way. When we kiss I wonder if you can tell how much I adore you.
When crossing a bridge I imagine the air will feel different on the other side and sometimes it does.
This morning I reached the peak of a roof and stopped to take in the beauty of these trees.
They say to guard your heart. I say don’t. I’ve always been one to give my heart away easily and admit too that it has caused heartache but I think it’s such an amazing feeling, to love freely, that I would do it as many times as I can. What I’ve learned is to love yourself first.
When I mentioned I could smell coconut you told me it was a body spray you really like. What trickery. I fucking love coconut. When we kiss, you like to caress my face. I haven’t told you, and I won’t, but I really dig that and hope you keep doing it. Your hair is long and it falls into your face sometimes so you tuck it behind your ear. I think that’s cute. A couple of times I’ve brushed it back for you. To be honest I used it as a way to get close and to kiss you again. You don’t say anything but I can tell you really like that so I’ll keep doing it. When we said our goodbyes you held my hand and I kissed yours. Some things don’t need to be said.
The Mystery Meat 