Feeling where his eyes, his cheekbones, and his jaw were. It gave her a quick mental picture.
Alice smiled. He was a handsome boy for sure.
Clyde asked her, “Would you like to see how my lips feel?”
Everything stopped as his lips pressed against hers.
He was sick of feeling empty inside
Only self-pity seemed to fill the void, and he knew that wasn’t healthy
Looking out over the storm-tossed ocean waves, he wondered what to do
Love felt so far away, somewhere out there past the emotional gray horizon
Of course, even if he got out there it might not help
Walking away from the water, he tried to convince himself that being full wouldn’t feel all that great
Don’t think I can get enough of you
Racing through my veins and making my heart beat hard and fast
Until I feel I might explode from the feeling of pure bliss
Grinning, I whisper into your ear, “Give me another hit.”
Living day to day, depending on his luck for sustenance
Orbiting his need for money and his need to be creative
The two pulling in opposite directions, their tidal forces ripping him apart
Today was a day where art and hunger went hand in hand as he painted
Every ounce of his imagination was placed on the canvas stroke by stroke
Revealing a mixture of magic and his soul, bound in sweat and paint
Yet it didn’t sell, leaving him destitute and feeling like he lost at life
Damaged and melting within a bright-colored landscape
A juxtaposition of reality and imagination
Leaving one breathless between comfort and discomfort
It is a surreal feeling
Putting the focused energy of emotion into the “thing”
And feeling like even if it doesn’t work, well you are still one step closer
Such that you recognize that the wall exists
So you can dig under it, climb over it, blow it up, make a tunnel through
If you don’t have that focus, that wall hurts to run into
Once, twice you will run into it and then wander off because it is too much
Never finding out what is on the other side
Coming up to the edge and looking down
Leaves her feeling butterflies in the stomach and light headed
It makes her feel like she could fly if she just had faith and took that last step.
Focusing on that feeling, she makes her decision and closes her eyes, allowing herself to drop
Falling backward, she lands on a pillow of grass, happy with her choice
Given how much it meant to her, this failure left her soul feeling heavy
Reason told her this time wasn’t any different then the million times before
And she knew she should let go of that emotional weight
Vanity wouldn’t let that happen, though
It kept her rooted firmly on the ground
That pressure to beat Sisyphus by pushing up her metaphorical boulder
Yielded the same result. She never left her personal black hole
Watch the way the world unfolds around you.
One thing leading to another in a vast circle of reality.
Notice how each piece is interlinked with so many other pieces.
Down to the knowledge that a star had to die to create the matter that makes you.
Ever sit there and just contemplate all that?
Realize that that feeling of awe is as normal as breathing, that you are a …
Being depressed on a day where light rains down from a robin’s egg sky
Leaves her wanting to curse up and down for feeling blah on such a perfect day
Ultimately, she goes to her safe space, puts on some B.B. King, and curls up in a ball
Enveloped in her azure blanket, she lets loose her own rain