Focus. Left. Right. Breathe.
Lack of sleep really does no good to a person. It's finally the weekend, and my body picks now of all times to become an insomniac. Unfortunately, I think last night's insomnia was due to the fact that I had something on my mind. Or perhaps, someone. Actually, there were a few 'someones' that came to mind.
I just don't fully understand...what is it about you that I'm drawn to? Then again, what kind of a question is that? I could list so many things, and yet, ugh I don't know.
Inhale. Exhale. Open. Close.
The stress may have gotten to me...but someone has been tugging at my heartstrings once again. Strange. The strings have been played by two people, but I've come to prefer the way the second strums. Such accuracy, attention to detail, done in a way that is reminded of myself. A simple touch, a timeless encounter, which causes me to swell from within. There's significance behind the resonance of our memories that we share. The fact that we can create the same melody from our minds must imply something more. Could our meeting truly have been coincidence? All things happen for a reason. But, how impossible it seemed until it was finally done.
Same key, same chord structure, same time.
If only that could mean: same love, same feeling, same heart.
I am an imperfect instrument. With love comes regret. However, I yearn to not regret, and you, I wish not to forget. I feel I may always want you near me, or at least, close by. Even the thought of you causes these strings to vibrate in anticipation of being touched once again. I guess like any other instrument I long to be played, but the musician who I long for, may be another instrument.
Be gentle, tender, and express for me
the things that are not seen.
Don't turn away
I want the two of us to stay,
and once regret
will forget
Our love shall be clean.