do you ever look at a person, and instantly feel like you’re drowning?
you look at them, and suddenly you lose your breath and you can’t seem to find the words for a reply?
do you ever watch a person when they talk about their passions?
watching how their body language changes, the tone in their voice, widening of their eyes, how their entire soul changes when they talk about what they love
do you ever think about the short expansion of time we have been given?
how life is so short-lived and we spend the whole time worrying about what we have to do, and what we didn’t say or do. who we didn’t kiss, or did. the fears building up before a single moment.
do you remember how it felt when you were at your loneliest?
the gut feeling of rejection, the fist that punched you through the chest. the heat building up underneath your eyes, you felt like a thousand suns had taken over your body. you felt so overwhelmed, you didn’t know what to do with yourself without that other person.
do you ever think about me?
i think of the time when i traced my name on your chest with my fingertips. do you think of the moment when you realized i was not the one you wanted?
what does intimacy mean to you?
some people imagine it as a purely sexual experience. i place intimacy on a separate, more coveted, pedestal than sex. intimacy is the feeling of his hands on my skin, feeling every curve, and getting to know every part of my body. it is the the feeling of his fingertips tracing my hips up and down. it is the sound of his voice whispering in my ear.
how do you feel when you think about how massive this galaxy is?
the sheer size of this galaxy is overwhelming, and it is unmeasurable. the galaxy is massive and more than any of us can handle, and so are you.
who do you think of when you think of beauty?
do you think of yourself? another person? the person you’re currently talking to? do you feel the need to prove to them that you are a beautiful person?
i know that this is hard, and he is very beautiful. but so are you, do not live your life trying to prove that to him.
these are the questions that run through my head every day. i ask myself these questions, and i still feel the need to ask more and more until i understand myself better.