6 six billion, 9 hundred and 90 million, 3 hundred and 15 thousand, 8 hundred and 76 chances...
to run to something, to run from something.
to hide, to seek; to exist or just to live.
6, 990, 315, 876 people in this world.
somehow, each and every person in that number
is one hundred percent significant to me.
Significance, coincidence, or fate; it all assimilates together in the end.
Because of all the moments I have experienced,
of all the accidentally dialed phone calls, all the shaky handed but completely on purpose dialed calls,
of all the nights slipping in the back door moments before sunrise, all the nights staying in watching chick flicks that ill never admit i secretly love,
of all the 4 am gas station coffee runs, and the realization that i absolutely can not stand coffee or gas station runs
throughout all of that, I have interacted with at least one person in the 6,990,315,876.
and that person has laughed, cried, fallen in love with another person in the 6,990,315,876.
and that person has also laughed, cried, fallen in love with a completely different person in the 6,990,315,876
and that person has laughed with a completely different person,
and that person has cried with a completely different person,
and that person has fallen in love with a completely different person
all within the 6,990,315,876 people existing
right now.
Somehow, through all the interactions with others
all the wrong left turns ive taken, or even all the right wrong turns;
all the sunny days spent alone, or all the friday nights spent with friends
all the times I heard my favorite songs live, but had no one to share the moment with, or
all the times I heard my favorite songs in my best friends car, and felt infinite;
all of these times and moments have led me up to here, to you.
6 billion, 9 hundred 90 million, 3 hundred 15 thousand, 8 hundred 76 people.
6 billion, 9 hundred 90 million, 3 hundred 15 thousand, 8 hundred 76 chances.
and somehow, the world showed me I only need 1.
Truth be told,
you're the way a sunset looks when it glows on the sheets of lovers' unmade beds.
you're the expression on a childs face, christmas morning, when he or she discovers that santa did indeed come down through the chimney bearing gifts once again.
you're the beautifully crazy sound of music blasting through a car that has windows rolled completely down, driving the backroads to an undecided destination.
and i am that shred of innocence that you find under 3 am street lights.
the kind that flickers on when the night no longer feels right.
the kind you find when you think youve lost all hope
the kind that saves you, the kind that brings you home.
approach so slow, i wont go anywhere.
drown me in your curious stare.
distance between us, closing in.
will this be the beginning or end?
learning not to get fear and faith confused
but that first October morning i realized something new
with only clothes between us,inches to go
when im with you, im at home.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
6,990,315,876
6 six billion, 9 hundred and 90 million, 3 hundred and 15 thousand, 8 hundred and 76 chances...
to run to something, to run from something.
to hide, to seek; to exist or just to live.
6, 990, 315, 876 people in this world.
somehow, each and every person in that number
is one hundred percent significant to me.
Significance, coincidence, or fate; it all assimilates together in the end.
Because of all the moments I have experienced,
of all the accidentally dialed phone calls, all the shaky handed but completely on purpose dialed calls,
of all the nights slipping in the back door moments before sunrise, all the nights staying in watching chick flicks that ill never admit i secretly love,
of all the 4 am gas station coffee runs, and the realization that i absolutely can not stand coffee
I have interacted with at least one person in the 6,990,315,876.
and that person has laughed, cried, fallen in love with another person in the 6,990,315,876.
and that person has also laughed, cried, fallen in love with a completely different person in the 6,990,315,876
and that person has laughed with another person,
and that person has cried with a completely different person,
and that person has fallen in love with a completely different person
all within the 6,990,315,876 people existing
right now.
Somehow, through all the interactions with others
all the wrong left turns ive taken, or even all the right wrong turns;
all the sunny days spent alone, or all the friday nights spent with friends
all the times I heard my favorite songs live, but had no one to share the moment with, or
all the times I heard my favorite songs in my best friends care, and felt infinite;
all of this has led up to here, to you.
6 billion, 9 hundred 90 million, 3 hundred 15 thousand, 8 hundred 76 people.
6 billion, 9 hundred 90 million, 3 hundred 15 thousand, 8 hundred 76 chances.
and somehow, the world showed me I only need one.
to run to something, to run from something.
to hide, to seek; to exist or just to live.
6, 990, 315, 876 people in this world.
somehow, each and every person in that number
is one hundred percent significant to me.
Significance, coincidence, or fate; it all assimilates together in the end.
Because of all the moments I have experienced,
of all the accidentally dialed phone calls, all the shaky handed but completely on purpose dialed calls,
of all the nights slipping in the back door moments before sunrise, all the nights staying in watching chick flicks that ill never admit i secretly love,
of all the 4 am gas station coffee runs, and the realization that i absolutely can not stand coffee
I have interacted with at least one person in the 6,990,315,876.
and that person has laughed, cried, fallen in love with another person in the 6,990,315,876.
and that person has also laughed, cried, fallen in love with a completely different person in the 6,990,315,876
and that person has laughed with another person,
and that person has cried with a completely different person,
and that person has fallen in love with a completely different person
all within the 6,990,315,876 people existing
right now.
Somehow, through all the interactions with others
all the wrong left turns ive taken, or even all the right wrong turns;
all the sunny days spent alone, or all the friday nights spent with friends
all the times I heard my favorite songs live, but had no one to share the moment with, or
all the times I heard my favorite songs in my best friends care, and felt infinite;
all of this has led up to here, to you.
6 billion, 9 hundred 90 million, 3 hundred 15 thousand, 8 hundred 76 people.
6 billion, 9 hundred 90 million, 3 hundred 15 thousand, 8 hundred 76 chances.
and somehow, the world showed me I only need one.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
if i were to ever, it would be for you.
The heart starts skipping a beat
the hands start to nervously shaking.
my knowledge of words become incomprehensible.
all because of you.
im to the point now
where im supposed to admit these things
in such a poetic way that you are knocked breathless.
but i am at a loss for such abilities
all because of you.
this handicap has nothing to do with inadequacy or unfulfillment.
it is, however, in regards to the mere fact that
you are much more than sentences on a page
in a notebook i bought at some cheap thrift store.
Truth be told,
you're the way a sunset looks when it glows on the sheets of lovers' unmade beds.
you're the expression on a childs face, christmas morning, when he or she discovers that santa did indeed come down through the chimney bearing gifts once again.
you're the beautifully crazy sound of music blasting through a car that has windows rolled completely down, driving the backroads to an undecided destination.
so if i were to ever write a poem of such novelties, it would be for you.
because above all else, you're the one i have fallen completely in love with.
and that in and of itself, has me at a complete loss for words.
the hands start to nervously shaking.
my knowledge of words become incomprehensible.
all because of you.
im to the point now
where im supposed to admit these things
in such a poetic way that you are knocked breathless.
but i am at a loss for such abilities
all because of you.
this handicap has nothing to do with inadequacy or unfulfillment.
it is, however, in regards to the mere fact that
you are much more than sentences on a page
in a notebook i bought at some cheap thrift store.
Truth be told,
you're the way a sunset looks when it glows on the sheets of lovers' unmade beds.
you're the expression on a childs face, christmas morning, when he or she discovers that santa did indeed come down through the chimney bearing gifts once again.
you're the beautifully crazy sound of music blasting through a car that has windows rolled completely down, driving the backroads to an undecided destination.
so if i were to ever write a poem of such novelties, it would be for you.
because above all else, you're the one i have fallen completely in love with.
and that in and of itself, has me at a complete loss for words.
i remember when i saw the waves tower that high. The wind tugging at me to collide with the wall. I could practically smell the salt air being suctioned into the strength of the waves coming in. Heights much taller than myself and anything that could protect me. It took me every ounce of defiance in my body to not take a step into the gulf. The undertoe seemed to be my most compatible friend. I wanted to join it. I thought that the wake up call i needed was the pressure of the water crashing into my body, tossing me around like a rag doll. In my mind, i thought that if i let the storm take me in its grip, everything will make sense. Family would be far more concerned about my existence rather than my personality. The crush of the week would decide to pay attention to my heart instead of what i was willing to do. My friends would actually see that i was not okay.
I am so glad i didnt step foot into that water.
I guess thats just a lesson that proves the storms do not last.
peace comes when you least expect it.
happiness and imperfection go hand in hand.
I am so glad i didnt step foot into that water.
I guess thats just a lesson that proves the storms do not last.
peace comes when you least expect it.
happiness and imperfection go hand in hand.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Friday, December 23, 2011
i am that shred of innocence that you can only find under 3 am street lights.
the kind you find when you think all is lost.
the kind that can save you.
i am kind, oh i am kind.
but that doesnt mean you can take a step closer.
dont you know im getting older?
no one said im completely healed.
i still dont remember how to feel.
approach so slow, i wont go anywhere.
drown me in your curious stare.
distance between us, closing in.
will this be the beginning or end?
between us, only inches to go
should i dash back to my home?
but a home and a house cant be confused
breathing you in, ive got nothing to lose.
when there is nothing, i can only win.
can you read my eyes screaming"let me in, oh let me in."
as the street lights turn off, and the morning begins.
the kind you find when you think all is lost.
the kind that can save you.
i am kind, oh i am kind.
but that doesnt mean you can take a step closer.
dont you know im getting older?
no one said im completely healed.
i still dont remember how to feel.
approach so slow, i wont go anywhere.
drown me in your curious stare.
distance between us, closing in.
will this be the beginning or end?
between us, only inches to go
should i dash back to my home?
but a home and a house cant be confused
breathing you in, ive got nothing to lose.
when there is nothing, i can only win.
can you read my eyes screaming"let me in, oh let me in."
as the street lights turn off, and the morning begins.
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