To the man who always brightens up the room with his smile, the man who could talk for hours. Words carried across the room, like spider webs. And he makes me happy, whispering sweet nothings into my ear- the promise of another moment we get to spend together. He's always there for me- he always carries me away like an angel, and to him, I am weightless. I am a dropped feather that he weaves onto a dream catcher, and sleeps to, everyday. He is my dreams and my power to overcome nightmares. With him I could run across the sky, sea, surface of the world. Floating.
To the man who has filled my life with more than imagination gifts me, the man who I'd stop breathing for. He is the bird singing outside my window every morning and late at night, bidding me good night and good bye. He is the warmth and the wind that strips it from me, leaving me with courage. I am the last leaf to hang on to the winter bound body, the first flower to bloom at the appropriate time. The pigment in all colors he sees. He is the breeze moving through my hair, and the scent it carries. These are the things of memories- the kinds of memories that are not printed, or plastered, or purchased.
These are the memories that true love brings- the feelings that it unravels. Like unwinding thread on a spool that has an unpredictable thickness. There is always a surprise. There is no comparison for the time we have together. With him, I am all I ever needed to be. I am with him, and it makes me *happy*. To touch his tears and know I'm alive, to feel his pulse and know this is real. To hear his heartbeat, to synchronize. To taste his sorrow and swallow my pride. To see life though new eyes.
Hello hello. I've been a workaholic lately. And I'm still awake after only getting about five hours of sleep today. What's wrong with me...?
Mermaid photo shoot on Thursday- three hours of sleep. Overwatch band shoot yesterday- a chance to nap while they practiced. (And my phone vibrating bugged me more than bass vibrating the whole room.) I have another shoot scheduled for the 21st. And I leave town for a week starting tomorrow.
Not that anyone will notice...
In other news: My hair smells like tomato juice, but my boyfriend swears it smells like donuts. I finally have something interesting to read for a summer assignment. "Me Talk Pretty One Day" by David Sedaris is a pretty awesome book. It's an emotional roller coaster, maybe because my life is just so normal compared to his. Or maybe I can just relate with the things he's saying, or know people that can.
Anyway, I leave you with a link to my photography website. Join the mailing list and follow me on Twitter while you're there! :*
