I want to Live.
I no longer want to exist. I no longer want to miss out on the beauty in everyday. I want to travel, to love, to learn. I want to write and write and write. I want to be loved. And be loved for me. I want to be seen. I want to create something timeless. I want to be someone’s everything. I want to see all the colours of all the sunsets and all the full moons in all the night skies. I want to be lost in her eyes. And to give to her endlessly. Everyday I want the opportunity to have gained something. And tbh I’m blessed I have someone that cares. I do. I want to live with her. I live for her. I want to grow. I want to elevate her through prayer, hardwork, listening, time and effort. Effort that is healing myself so that I can be her rock. effort that is learning how to serve her. Effort that is becoming the provider I want to be. What a blessing it has been to know her.
I want to live. But I want to live and experience it all with her by my side. Hand in Hand. Shared breath. Kisses and ‘trips’. Following the curve of the outline of her smile until I find my own forming. Knowing love is the happiness I get when she laughs. Fantasizing about how good life will be together for us in 2 years time… Idk. I’m trashed and humbled. Embarrassed and naked. I write this and hope my words reach the places my physical presence could never touch. I pray coverage over us.
She is why art and poetry exist.
She is unmatched.
In face, mind, body, soul.
She is the image of perfection.