sunflowers for days. eyes golden and blazing. silken petals caressing freckles. jumbled words with foresaken sighs. fingertips tracing lines, orange sunsets catching fire to the horizon, clouds parting to reveal secrets, drops of fallen water in your palm, stolen glances, quickened breaths, and with the constellations, comes a blanket of silence.
and she whispers, "will you remember me?"
30 June 2009
24 June 2009
when we're older, maybe then we'll understand. we'll understand why people sign the dotted lines. why they hire the attorneys. why they leave wedding rings on night stands. why they look at us and say "it's not your fault." why they think it's easier to attend a custody hearing than a funeral. and why sometimes love is never enough. we'll understand the power of words. we'll breathe deep the literature of those before and after us, and we'll understand why faulkner smiles beyond the grave. those drunk actions and sober thoughts will be blurred, and we'll think before we speak. we'll understand how to fight back. how to pull the reins on a life that seems out of control. how to steer a boat away from raging waves but still catch sight of the shore. how to fight for things bigger than greed, bigger than reputations, bigger than pride, and bigger than hateful bullets to the chest. how to stand tall for justice, integrity, and freedom and most importantly, our dreams. we'll understand the ins and outs of a "goodbye." we'll understand how long you should really hold your breath before finally letting go. well understand that sometimes the music says more than we ever could. that when we're looking at the stars, we're staring at our destiny, our fate, our spot in time. we'll understand that time, in fact, doesn't heal very much. we'll understand that we should have remembered the stories our grandfathers told us about vietnam. we'll understand that just when you think it's all come to an end, you see it's only the beginning. when we're older, maybe then we'll understand.
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