Stepping forward.

The sun beats down fiercely on my back.
My hands have already dried, leaving a gritty feeling of dried salt on my fingers.
Your hands are completely flat while you casually lie on your front, soaking up the deep rays.
My eyes start to droop, and my head begins to feel weighted down with rocks. I fall fast asleep, allowing the warm Mediterranean air to wash over me, peaking at a crescendo of a perfect sleep.

Cold water droplets on my back awakes me, freezing the very hair on my neck, passing frigid chills all the way down my body. I roll over quickly and attempt to bury my back in the sun blanket, all the while slowly opening my eyes. You're so gorgeous that I can't help but stare. My lips curl slowly into a wide smile and I squint, gently, as the fading light (already dusk? I wonder) reaches my peripheral vision. You look so happy, your long dark hair falls naturally from your shoulders and curls down beautifully over your neck, matching your tanned skin and that cute necklace I've always loved. We hold contact and you slowly position your lips on mine, held there in this expanse of meaningless time. I reach to touch you, to let you know you I'm awake, but you laugh at me, and forcefully grab my arm and attempt to pull me to my feet. Cute is what you aim for, and you're hitting it like you just can't miss.
"Time to swim, sleepy boy."

I glance at the water, foreboding, dark and churning, and I slightly shudder. I wish I could go back to my warmth. That's what happens when you fall asleep dreaming of her. Reaching back I grab your hand, tightly, and we wade into the water.
I let the waves lap at the bottom of my swim trunks, debating whether I can survive these temperatures. You are already up to your chest and you turn to face me, your face aglow in the pink sky.
"Come hereeee" you call.
I'm about to wade forward, but....
I gaze towards you, and realize this is the step I've been meaning to take for a while now. That step. The one where you're all I want.
I wade forward.
Perfect.

Making my life

"I'm so excited about us"
(L)

Writing in a storm

The loudest sound that completely fills my eardrums is the sound of rustling trees.
The distant roar of thunder and the rising crescendo of lightning claps wash over me, clearing my senses
The pine branches scratching each other drown out the low howl of the wind surrounding us, replacing our thoughts.
The ever-darkening sky begins to change from a translucent grey to a dark charcoal; deep clouds begin to form in place of the vanishing sunlight
You're slightly nervous, and look mildly out of place, maybe because you're not yet in my arms.
I smile, and slowly place my arm around you, and watch as both of us relax, reassured by the content expressions shared on each of our faces
Rain drips, drips, and suddenly rushes explosively out of the drainpipe, which reminds me of my own circumstances in life.
Just like rain drops, we bond, form relationships, and face decisions.
We often face challenging conflicts, but how do we eventually deal with these situations?
Like rain drops, do we escape and slide down a pipe, or do we face reality and fight for resolution?
I leaned closer and pulled her close, her soft skin inviting my further touch, her beautiful eyes slightly lighting up as we turn towards each other.
I'm not running away from this one, I thought, she's so worth fighting for.

Thinking Out Loud

I'm out with friends, walking around campus like always
When I see you in the same old place, you brush right past me in that hallway
I fake a smile so you won't see
But everything is tearing up inside of me

Feelings rush back to haunt my memories
What I've done is hard for even me to believe
I hope you've been able to at least sleep well at night
Because I've never been able to get past the part where I used to hold you tight

The longest shadows ever cast were from my fall onto the floor
When I used to be your boy, the person who made your life before
Held your dreams up with the guidance of a star in the dark
You're the girl I would talk about for days since our very first spark

You walk past me, so elegantly
Can you tell I can barely breathe?
You look past me with those gorgeous eyes that take my breath away
Your warm smile is gone and the affections we used to display

The longest shadows ever cast were from my fall onto the floor
When I used to be your boy, the person who made your life before
Held your dreams up with the guidance of a star in the dark
You're the girl I would talk about for days since our very first spark

You were right, she wasn't worth it
I think long and hard of why I couldn't commit
You were so perfect even with a broken heart
Your new boy had better treat you right from the start

I close my wallet and my picture of you
Maybe I'll be able to sleep a whole night through
You were all I needed to fall into ...

My eyes blur as I stare right through the piercing darkness.

Trains.

Click-clack click-clack, we speed down the track.
We lean back, our hands folded together, our eyes near, searching.
We wander.
The pull of your glowing eyes draws your knees beside my own, colliding gently.
You grin, sheepishly, a faint ember of a smile that lights up each side of your face, creating a gentle laugh.
A passenger across from us shoots a look at us, betraying distaste at our obvious sparks of attraction.
The whirring of the train and the blurring of the lights we pass are perfect.
Suspended time. In a train car. With you.

Move for me

I truly feel rested and prepared for what is ahead. My nerves have settled.
Move for me. I'll move for you.
DJ, turn the lights down, let the speakers flow their sound.
It's a sight that should always be repeated. Tangled arms, interwoven features, no chance for escape.
The stars have never shone so bright.
I hold this moment, clenched teeth erase a betraying of my own fear, substanceless.
I feel every junction of your body pulsing subsequently in time with my own.
The greatest part of your being is your ability to throw me haphazardly, into you so deeply.
Spiraling into an abyss. Locked in a dungeon. Encaged by your legs and fingers.
There's a specific beauty to your collarbones, a sharp point of contention, rising from the depths of your skin
It is you, that drives my soul, where I lose control.

This says so much more than I could ever say

watch and just go write.
perfect.