BFF.

Scrolled up on what now feels like a figment of my imagination.

A nostalgic sensation.

Just as unrecognizable as it is undeniable.

When security questions ask me the name of my childhood best friend, I still write your name. And yes, of course I remember its spelled with two i’s and no a… could never make that mistake.

I wonder if you remember me?

Do you think of me?

Of us?

Back when all the time in the world wasn’t enough.

You and I. Me and you with all our immature dreams filling every ounce of our being. There was so much room there… we had so much life to live and love to give and.. time seemed to go on for four-evers… even one day apart seemed to last for two-morrows…

Maybe we just ran out of storage. Out of memory. Out of space for each other. So much to do. So much we lose…

But as I forget my password for the third time this year, I get to visit you. In that part of my brain where I hardly ever get to go.

Is my name your answer too?

Spelled with two a’s and no o…

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Heavy.

Thrown around so often in this day-and-age, it might be easy to think lightly of what I’m about to say, so… First. Let me explain.

You are the light God set apart.

I am the night… You are the moon I earned by perfecting the dark. See how I enhance you?.. See how you define me?

Not meant to be. Had to be.

You are the ocean.. just washing and waving. I am dry land. Shifting and shaking, and…

Im softer when we’re embracing.

Everyday of my life I’ve spent creating… trying to make things… really anything out of everything.. ending with feelings that were fleeting and fading… Everyday felt like Monday — naturally draining, but you…

Well, you were like

that good rest on Sunday God was saving.

… I love you.

Feel the weight of what I’m saying?

Echo.

Echo

Once upon a time, we declared it. And maybe… that’s all we needed.

It was loud. It might have even reached the clouds.

Those words left our lips and danced off walls and ceilings.

Reflecting “us” in that moment. The vibrations of our feelings…

Drifting through time and dropping through space.

And yes, from where we stood, the sound started to fade.

Same statement. But further away.

And now, though we can no longer hear it…

In a way, it’s still alive.

Just above our frequency. Ahead of our time.

But wherever it is now, it’s still true.

And maybe, one day we’ll catch up to it too… reunite with our own hearts singing…

I love you.

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Strip.

Peel me down to the basics.

Unhook my chains, ropes and laces.

Replace my decorations with dedication.

Interrupt my meditation with motivation.

Fold my fictions and cover them with facts.

Throw away the mask- still intact.

Blaze my costume and Conclude my act.

Wash away my extras, add-ons and bonus features. Let it all burn out like a high fever.

empty me of everything I don’t need… of that which is not me… then

Drag me home like a lost-and-found child

if you really do love me..

Please don’t leave me wild

Familiar.

She was okay when I couldn’t quite speak.

Couldn’t get my words and my thoughts to part. So she’d lay her head against my chest to hear the beat and read it like a chart. I guess you can say…

She knew me by heart.

And she was okay when the ice set in.

When I let my emotions be replaced with depression. When my need to sleep became an obsession. Everything I once loved, I viewed as less then. When I looked at what was gone instead of what I was left with…

She was okay. I guess, in a way..

it did not feel like she was leaving me. She didn’t know this version of me.. She could not read this loveless being. Didn’t know the darkness, the anger, or the sadness she was seeing…

Seeing a stranger made it easy for her to part. The space in my chest was now empty, and…

She only knew me by heart.

Plan B.

And here I am again..

In the middle of no-man’s land.

Outstretch my hands.

Trying to catch my wishes before they hit the sand.

Tried to wish upon a shooting star…

But mine were just too big to make it that far.

Heavy bits of failed attempts drop from above and leave my palms bruised and scarred.

Collecting and gathering every wishful shard,

so I can push, pull and drag my dreams out of Imagination’s junkyard.

Through Broken Boulevards.

Past Fantasy’s graveyard.

Straight to Reality’s backyard…

Never knowing if my wants will be realized, yet too proud to give up or compromise…

So I’ve made up my mind to roll up my sleeves.

Done tripping on wishes…

I’ll do it manually.

Move.

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And so…

we keep on.

Through the Moon. Around the Sun.

No waiting for better days to come. Break through grey clouds and watch the overcast come undone. No lingering in days long gone.

Lick our thumbs and turn the page of yesterday.

Gliding across dark stages like a Broadway ballet.

No looking back. Dance until the final act. Until the curtain is drawn.

Until there’s nothing more to add on… drag on… dream on..

no more hopes to take a chance on.

No more fences to lean on..

Until we’ve used every single crayon. Until we’ve worn out the knees we pray on.

Through day and night. Dusk and dawn.

Won’t stop until we reach Heaven’s lawn.

Until that day comes, We are not where we belong.

And so…

we keep on.