In the heat of the summer solstice I am reminded of something –
You could even say it’s someone.
There is just something about the warm nights –
Young and old people don’t sleep early, they stay up late, allowing their imaginations to play with their fantasies.
I can visualize you. I can visualize the future.
In the middle of the night hunched over the table, a single bead of sweat will drop onto my journal.
The page wears it like a badge of courage.
It could be a tear to the untrained eye, they will be stuck wondering if it was for happiness or for pain.
It was neither,
It was both,
It was something I long for.
There is a battle within-
I like to believe that it is not just me but I cannot be certain –
I am trapped within the uncertainty of it all.
My imagination absorbs me whenever my focus falters.
To live in fantasy is dangerous –
To live in reality is deadly –
Where is my place?
I could dance around in metaphors but I want to give you the truth, not the power to interpret.
I thought about hypnotizing you with imagery and illusion but it can’t be hidden with beautiful pictures.
Dancing around with language isn’t doing anything but confusing the situation.
Do you see it now?
It must be clear,
I can’t live without you.
Fruitlessly she danced,
Encouraged by unknown love,
There was no music.
“And in the end, we were all just humans… Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.” F. Scott Fitzgerald
Words can capture the essence but they don’t bring about understanding.
I keep thinking, it’s the definition of insanity.
I can’t help it, there’s a bit of crazy in these genes.
I’ll pick up the pen anyways to try and explain all the things you do to me.
After I figure it out,
I’ll teach you how to read.
Summer flirts with ease.
Flowers offered with a promise.
My heart is your prize.
I want to show you everything.
Desperately, I want to give you anything.
Whether you believe it or not, you need to know I did everything for love.