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By darwin Date: 2006 Apr 06 Comment on this Work [[2006.04.06.13.31.19593]] |
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Today is not enough. It doesn't satisfy me in ways that it could. It doesn't contain history, and I have forgotten words that I knew just 5 years ago. I used to love learning, reading, circulating thoughts in my head. I was my own librarian. I could tell you the different compositions of Mozart, and detail for you the plot line of the magic flute. I knew all the dates of the reformation, and the antiquated and corrupt papacies of Europe. I knew about the Ottoman Empire, and now it's something to put my feet on when their tired at night. What happened to these memories and thoughts that I once could have inspired conversation with? I wish that I could have those conversations with you, over candlelight, while we looked into each other's eyes. You know, how people looked at each other when they first start dating. That intensity where you look at someone and realize how beautiful he or she is. When all that matters is the space between you and the air you are sharing. That inertia that seems to push you toward each other and the inevitable conjunction of the lips. Today I want to just run out of here, jump in my car get you and grab you. I want us to grab books and music, anything and talk. Until we're too tired to talk anymore. When our lips are dried from lack of moisture. When our eyes can't help but shut, but try to stay awake just to catch one more glimpse. I want us to shuttle down country roads, with our hair streaming behind us, and the windows down as the warm air courses over our skin. I want to stand in front of a crowd of people and scream I love you. Whether it's from a desert after a storm, with everything abundant and blooming. Or seaside cliffs when it's either do or die. But today is not enough; no single day will ever be enough. Because I will always want more with you. I want will always want to be more with you, and I don't ever want to forget that like I have forgotten everything else. Etymology and anthropology be damned, because it's people like us who started history anyway. |