I am thinking about the utter fascinations in life and making friends with shadows...and how only they will always promise to stay with you when all others abandon you.
I am thinking how in all its glory and splender, all of its marvels and visions of arcadia avaliable to gaze upon, a simple smile in the evening lit sun with true artistery can lighten the heart to unknown extents.
How all the mountains with their pretencious peaks fail to make the blood rush compared to simple scroll of a gentle finger down my arm leading to an eventual grasp of the hand.
I am thinking how, even when, i refuse to believe she keeps making me want to hold on. How, when i want to believe, she wants me to unwind and let go of everything.
How she will never let me rest and how will never let me frown all the while giving me the most bitter of pains...wrapped in the most sweetest of a visage.
How she makes me mad so often yet i never seem to be able to tell her......not even being able to tell myself of the anger sometimes i have towards her.
I am thinking how she makes me go on yet makes me stay all the while making me think its my fault. I am thinking how i appreciate her for never lying to me even when the truth is too much to bare. I am thinking i am unfair to her and sometimes i thought i didn't deserve her because as long as i can remember she has been with me while deserting other more deserving men to bare her gift on.
I am thinking i should tell her more often through my actions that i love her...with all her faults and gifts.
Life...she is so funny with me...but i am thinking i am glad she is with me.