The ocean speaks to me in misty whispers, tells me secrets from across the atlantic… I dip my toes in the freezing water and reminisce about the times light fluctuated on your skin and extended to my spine.
There are mornings when I wake up and feel your love engulfing me with tenderness. And there are nights when I fall asleep with the memory of your fingertips resting against my hips.
My love, you are made of tiny particles of perfect moments that extend into infinity. You are stitched together with droplets of generous affection and lightness. You cradle my baffled heart with such ease, it makes its walls expand with unwavering happiness.
You are skin and bones and constant wonder and I wander in all the words you whisper to me. And when I listen closely, I can almost touch your lips with mine and draw breath from your love.
But love, most of all, you are home.
Fluttering bubbles in a kingdom of sea with anticipating desires and foreseen lust, wander off into the night, creeping on me slowly, coming out of nowhere teasing me in agony. I wonder what it would be like to stay in my bubble of light, reflecting all the colors of the rainbows in bewilderment.
Flutter my bubble up so high and let it not get to you… breath so hard and so strong, you can’t burst, even if they tried.
My dreams of oceans and seas, of wind and lust will grow into you and crush the sand.
Do you ever feel crowded in an empty room, with thoughts glistening in your head like sparkling diamonds?
When words flash in front of your eyes, as if you were out of the matrix, out of this world. As if you can see holograms of your desires tangible yet so far.
And you can’t make sense of anything, neither letters nor ideas. Lining them up in the hopes of drawing a picture framed ideology. Staring at your bedroom wall, feeling your chambers drown with words and meanings.
And you run!
And they chase you!
But you can out run it all, for weeks and months; why not years and lifetimes… What’s so shameful in running?
And there are those moments, when you’re entrapped in a crowded room. People yell and scream, thinking their ideas will be louder. The shout to be heard. They shout, but no one cares. The voices grow bigger. This chaotic mess of anger and frustration, even laughter and exhilaration.
Breath in, breath in deep…
Can you hear that?
Silence in the middle of a chaotic rumble. A symphony of peace, a still picture. And you smile. You think you’re completely mad. But you smile anyway, because you’ve found serenity in the midst of all the noisy thoughts.
And I finish sipping my lemonade, reading my book.
“Seriously Rita, how can you even focus”
“I donno… Guess I’m selfish that way”
Breathe in breathe out – Matt Kearney
Robbie’s Note – Dario Marianelli