May 13, 2020
Pasta, igen by Erik
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Pasta, igen by Erik
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I never quite understood what "good vibes" were. I always thought they referred to stuff that made people feel good. But, when I was at the beach yesterday, I saw this little kid spray-painting the sand. He was spelling out "Your amazing". It made me feel so good on the inside; the idea that there are people out there like him. So, I helped him fix his "your" to the appropriate "you're" and off he went. And that was how I learned what good vibes are.
Falling Love
I’d love to tell you that you are beautiful. But you are so much more than that. I’d love to tell you that you left something behind in me. A longing that I patiently endure, till the twilight passes, and we cross paths again. Now I love telling you how wonderful you are, how much I thought of you back then. How much I want to do this, and that, and especially that, with you. Now I love not holding anything back. Telling you exactly how I feel, even where words do not suffice. Showing you how much you mean to me. I would’ve loved to tell you that I saw us walking hand-in-hand towards forever. Approaching a Neverland free of worries, and absent of anything but our love. I would’ve loved to tell you that I only wanted you. And nothing, and no one, more. I would tell you that I only miss you when my heart is beating. I wanted to tell you that I needed your hug. I tried to tell you everything I could. In the time we had.
I kind of miss the rain. Not just because I live in California and we're experiencing a drought. But because something about the rain, be it the sound, the way it darkens the sky, or the way it feels on my skin, tells me I'm not the only one that feels the way I do.
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You aren't a song. You are the fingers that strum, and the voice that hums. In you is the ability to be every song.
Ghost
You were a breath-- hot against my neck-- that teased and now eludes, Your memory; a vague cloud as I lean and squint
I reach up to grab you I pass right on through I look upon my hand; upon the Gaps in between my fingers On which I swear your fingers once ran
A lovely ghost, you now seem to me Along with your breath, and your memory Once there, now gone You kept me up, and now it's dawn
What you are, is something no one else can be. You are your laugh, you are the way your hair looks after one of those nights in which it seems a hurricane went through your sheets; you are your heart, you are your voice.
And, you are all of your flaws, all of your weaknesses, all of the things that you do not particularly like about yourself.
But, you are you. And to choose to become something, or someone, who you are not, will never lead you to achieve whatever it is that you hope to.
Never denounce yourself for being yourself. That's all it means. One day, you will meet someone who falls in love with the real you. Please, don't be caught up in your illusion of yourself so far as to not realize that this person has entered your life.