Engima;

bless my darkness; bless my light.
i've finally found it. tangible/here/there/mine.
gone. (cryptic?)
i've found it. have you?

Answered;

is this what you were trying to say?

Surprises;

yea you worry too much/so don't worry so much

these words are my life. i immediately panic, i'm a cynic; i'm a saint/i'm the devil himself. 

you say you want me and is it all i wanted to hear?

"you care about us."

i care about you. i need you i crave you i miss you.

but i will never know if it's enough.  

maybe this is good for us right? i mean we made it this far, who's to say we can't wait a little longer?

only time will tell;

who cares anyways?

i want to lose my mind with you but life keeps getting in the way/ hitting pause. 

let's save this dance for a rainy day; 

              

Blink;

ideal moments.
sparks in time that grab you/ insignificant? but suddenly you're momentous & alive again.

1; reading that book under that blanket you bought in a crowded, steaming market but now it's cold inside.
2; the perfect song playing at all the wrong times with just the right person
3; hundreds of black caps flying in the air but the cheers & claps blur it all away
4; escaping to the bistro you love to hide away from their questions about a future you didn't even realize was so close to yesterday.

it was all in slow motion but it's speeding up now, unknown horizons are about to smack you in the face. but it's nice to think that one day, that blanket will be your daughter's; that song will break your heart; that cap's already been returned; and that bistro will fall to the ground.

and do you still think love is a laserquest? or do you take it all more seriously? i've tried to ask you this in some daydreams that i've had but you're always busy being make believe.

i guess there's only one way to find out what's coming next; aren't you coming with me?

 

Scripted;

him: i mean, i guess what i'm trying to ask is, where'd you go?

her: [squinting up at him (he always was too tall), averting her eyes] "why do you even care?

him: don't ask stupid questions you already know the answer to.

her: [deep breath/ flushed cheeks] it's silly now. i guess i fell in love with someone, and it so disastrously blew up in my face. so i panicked and i shrunk away from the everyone/ everything. i let my heart eat me alive, do you know how horrible that feeling is?

him: [staring right into her eyes] i know exactly what you mean.

Who am i, darling to you?

Promenades;

this is the kind of song i'd listen to strolling down some cobblestone on Hamra Street. Sunglasses, wild hair, summer dress; walk, walk, walk. headphones on, sun blazing. i stop to cross the street, narrowing down which cafe i'd like to sit in to get some writing done. maybe i won't write. read a book. i always get such funny stares when i read. people watching was always one of my favorite things to do; she has red lips/ he has eyes green as the night. can i go with you? found it. the perfect spot to whip out (classic) pen and paper. the words are flowing, their meaning? obscure, made up, idealistic.  i'll probably never see him again, he's gone back to the city. but it was nice to see him smile.

 i wanna go with you, i wanna go wherever/whenever you wanna go; can i go with you?

            

No Shit;

i think if you'd just sent me this, i would have hurt less;