you make me feel as if my veins are packed with caffeine
you make me feel as if my veins are packed with caffeine
I constantly feel like I am in
that weird state you used to feel when you were a young kid,
after spending the night a friend’s and you don’t get much sleep
out of it and wishing you could just lie down,
even if only for a brief second.
I am always underslept
sleepy
just kinda there
I don’t usually care,
not paying attention,
just sorta existing, flippantly at that.
even school,
which I used to enjoy and put effort into,
is just a robotic action now;
writing jaded papers about who gives a crap
and why am i here
but that all changes
everything changes when I see you.
being with with you is like a perpetual sunburn spreading from
my heart and out through my toes.
you are the calm before the storm,
and I’d be lost without these little morse code messages that make life
worth living.
I love that.
The simple idea of you is enough to cause another big bang,
and this is a good thing.
I think.
god, you’re perfect;
lying here under the stars and the full moon and the morning dew that is forming around us makes me want to cover this moment forever in plastic,
preserving it.
this moment, these feelings.
our memories, these feelings.
the last time we spoke.
preserving it.
wonderful.
that all-consuming, overwhelimg feeling of truly living is
something that I wish I could hold onto for a mere moment longer,
dead.
lost for reasons unknown-
but preserved in the plastic couch cover of the universe.
everything is wonderful and nothing is real
everything is wonderful and nothing is real
everything is wonderful and nothing is real
everything is wonderful and nothing is real
-Anonymous