There's a Way Out There Somewhere

"Are you afraid to say what you want to? Tell me you want to."

Walking. Oblivious. Driving, jogging, whatever. Me in a deep. Cars and people swirling through and back out the cul de sac. I'm wondering why they are. Wondering what it is they're thinking. Wondering what I'm thinking.

I'm thinking I'm missing someone.

Staring out into a stained glass world of wonder. The world through translucent blues and reds. They're screaming on the back porch: "Someone get me a cigarette! Keep that girl away from me!"

I have to grin. I have to ponder. Why is she so worried? Why are we so worried about absolutely nothing? I could write a book on worry. I could amass enough information to account for innumerable lifetimes and stress-related deaths. And, in the end, I still would have said nothing.

Everyone's taking a sip of life. Some guzzling it down like a holy word from god. No one's paying attention to the writing on the wall. The room is spinning. I can't stand anymore. Neither do I want to. I want to fall straight down and land as hard as I can.

Straight into your arms.

Hoping that you'll be there. Hope I could do the same. I wake up and you're still not here. I have a little picture of you. I keep it in my head. I pull it out and think of you whenever I feel this way. I pull it out and think of beauty. You smile. You shine so bright. Vibrant.

I know I'll catch your hand if I just reach far enough and try hard enough.

I'm busy missing someone. you

But just thinking of you already has the stars coming out and sparkling from on high. Just thinking of you. And the world doesn't even need to spin anymore. It's a bunch of happenings, just things.

And then there's you.