Date: April 20, 2017

It takes Time

“No meaning of mine is in your eyes.” -Lina

 

I was placed on a shelf, always being looked up to until you would stand up.

Always in arm’s reach but never actually being reached out to unless to put me back into place, after wandering off.

Standing in the shallow end of your heart I wondered what it would be/feel like to be able to swim to the deep, to kill that burning curiosity. To rid of all the memories of just watching from afar, most of them.

 

Patience paid off and the dust that covered the shelf was brushed away. I walked away with scratches but a rejuvenated will.  

 

 

Clockwise

“Day and nights start to run into one another, collapsing in on themselves after giving up on trying not to feel.” -Emma

 

Day graces the night through the finale of a sunset, while night surprises day with a misty dawn.

Both feel obliged to give without the intent of receiving a beautiful gift in return. Though their beauty is humble, ever so gratifying.

 

They take airplane rides together across many skies. Day always insists on having the window seat, night could care less as long as the overhead lights are kept off.
The two of them know they are in it together, might as well make it enjoyable.