Sunday, September 7, 2014

it's laughter cut with fear and doubt..

it all speeds up from here.  it's the way we never notice the change in clouds until they are silver and raining.  it's the way we stare at strangers when they least suspect it.  i want to be something beautiful when the days turn into years and on the day the earth expires its last breath i'll be sitting back with a greasy morning smile and a handful of memories of how soft your skin feels on my face.  it's i who gets the last laugh, i never blinked when my eyes were blinded by the sun.

my only valuable wish.. i want you to feel the wind on your body like a golden retriever hanging from the window of a fast car.  i never learned a damn thing.  after fifty some-odd countries i'm just as lost as ever.. but i'm happy.  here's to hope.  here's to belly kisses and the way your hair gets stuck in your mouth and chokes you when you first wake up.

i never doubted us human beings.  i was the one who believed in us and turned a blind eye to our cigarette soaked after parties and hangover home remedies.  i still believe in love and i kiss with two hands buried deep in the back of your head.

i know the pain in your smiles, the aching of a hungry stomach and the risk of death.  i'm not really scared of anything.  i still toss coins into fountains and meet with my forest muse who puts flowers into the hands of naked statues hidden below the gardens of an old mansion.

it's laughter cut with fear and doubt.  the freedom of a staircase will drop you to a broken kneecap if you don't hold the handrail tightly like a lover.

i've seen things you could never imagine.  i've witnessed the best and worst of humans and i still don't know if i feel like being a good person.  in fact i like being bad sometimes.  my life makes no sense to anyone but my cat.  i wouldn't change a single moment for all the diamonds in the cave.  when this story is over i'll die laughing.  mark these words: life is awesome.  kiss more often and smile at strangers.. you have a beautiful face no matter what the mirror tells you.

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