| To: Jeffy Pink, purple, orange, yellow and blue, the colors of the sunset. Melding together. Becoming one sheet of thick, colorful liquid. A bright yellow orb set in the center, bright rays of dimming light embroidered on this sheet. The sheet itself hovers over a crystal clear, deep blue sphere of metallic liquid. The ocean. Deep, secretive, full of life. Wonderful to behold, and soft to the eye. A caressing, cool wind carries the salty, tangy sent of the sea air. Rich smelling, slightly harsh to the sense of smell. A perfect atmosphere, reaching out from the hellish depths of the deepest, darkest, reaches of life. The sphere of bright yellowish light begins to fade, leaving behind streaks of darkness, to cover the colorful array of light created by the sunset. A picture perfect scene, no amount of words in any language in the universe could describe the beauty it holds. But no amount of blazing beauty could ever amount to the holder of my thoughts, the rose in the hottest, driest, most secluded desert. The softest, kindest, most extraordinary person that�s walked the earth since Jesus himself. Caring, loving, understanding, depressed, beautiful, sexy, stubborn, funny, silly, careful, sad, happy, pissy, bitchy, lovely, helping, handsome, everlasting, soft, sweet, irresistible, cute, loveable, a man of many faces. No matter the face, you�re still only one person. And that one person means the world to me. I do mostly everything I do, for that person. For you. I try to help you the best I can, even if it only means listening to you, or letting you vent your hot anger out on me. I strive to make it through the day, at school, at home, with everyone else around me, even if they hate me, not just for me, but in hopes it will one day bring the result I�m looking for. That I will one day be able to see you, that we will one day meet, and things will be different for the both of us. That one day, even if not as soon as we both wish, we will live together, and I will have a job, or some source of income, to support us, so that we may all live a happy, life, where we do not worry about a way of getting things, or means of transport. Even if it is not a great portion of that income, I wish to contribute. So I go about, day to day, learning the dull lessons I�ve heard time and time again, that everyone else hears as well, but most forget. I remember them however, knowing one day the hard days and tiring hours of study, and not play, of time spent learning about the world, or about math, or science, those hard times will one day bring about a new life for the both of us, and for those around us as well�but in short. I live my life, for you. I too, have dreams, and wishes, that I am helping to complete. But just as well, I have a promise that I will never, under any circumstances, under my own will, break. That promise is that one day everything will be different. Your words have helped me see a lot about myself I never thought I�d see, I never thought where in me, I never thought anyone would know. I hope, with all my soul, that when we meet, our feelings and thoughts for each other will not change. Until then, we live our lives to pass the time, to find out; just what meeting will be like. Exited, but at the same time scared. Afraid of what may happen. But despite the feeling of fear that grips our hearts and souls now and again, we still continue to look forward to it, because at the same time we feel an overwhelming sense of happiness, dreaming of what those future days will hold. But we will never know, unless we live these days, working hard, carefully, and keeping our mind set on our goals. Our thoughts may stray, weather it be to a sunset, or to the simplest thought, but we will never loose sight of our true goal. And together we will succeed and fulfill that goal... ~Kalia |
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