camwhorage.
Sometimes the most human of emotions, though they scream inside us, get lost somewhere between the words with which we use to express them.
“Which is your favorite?”
They ask.
But I can’t decide.
I like them all.
I like to keep them all.
Just in case I get in a mood.
I love when I forget one exists
And then I find it under my bed
Peeking its shiny head at me,
As if to say,
“You dummy, I was here all along”.
I’m yours.
Pick me up
And twirl me around
In your hand.
It says, I want you.
And I say, oh, I want you too,
I do.
But it slips through my fingers
And I see the other marbles,
Which are just as pretty
In their own lovely way.
Oh sometimes I think I’m obsessed.
I grab them all
And see how many I can hold
In the palm of my hand.
I wrap my fingers around them
And feel them sliding out.
One at a time.
you had me at verbose.
it’s passing through life once, and being able to say once is enough.
the jump.
i suppose this is where it happens.
this is where i make the jump
from dreaming the life
to living the dream.
