Sitting in my truck as the clock slowly ticks towards the 5th hour in the am, the truck rocks slightly, not from making love or any of those other encounters that take place in situations such as these .. But it's from the violent winds that shake the leaves of the trees just as life shakes all of the aspects of my soul. The lightening flashes like paparazzi snaps pictures and the thunder crashes like the climax in a percussion piece .. I sit and listen to my iPod .. Alone!? No. .. A shadow in my past accompanies me .. but will they stay in the past? I wonder ..
Driving through the streets of Indianapolis, driving down the lanes of different neighborhoods but at the same time driving down memory lane .. Locations of first kisses, first proms, first dates ;; places that bring up statements that begin with "hey remember when...?" of course I remember. But are these memories TOO fresh in my mind!? Almost like pressing the rewind button on a beautiful time in my life but are these just innocent memories?? Or are they events that will lead to many more? I wonder ...
Is young love, love at all? Is it true love? Yes, it's real .. Young love is innocent love, love that comes as unexpected as the crashes of thunder that make the ground shake.. Shake up the world .. OUR world. Is this the end of the world? Is there really an end to a world that seems to keep spinning on an axis of love .. Emotional roller coasters that have us strapped in and with more turns and dips we take together .. what do we do? We don't raise up our hands, we grab our hearts as they drop and hold our breath as the restraints become tighter, holding us on this road longer than we expect .. But does the roller coaster ever stop?? Does the world ever stop spinning? I wonder ...
What about all of the late nights on the phone .. No words spoken just breaths being taken .. as silent as a quiet storm but just as subtle as raindrops on the window? Pit .. Pat ... just as our hearts beat together .. Same tempo playing their own cadence as the band marches to our beat .. And they keep marching on, for yards and yards, new songs, new dynamics, new dances .. Dances under the sheets, in basements quietly ... Shhh!! Your parents are upstairs they can't hear us .. But can they?? I wonder ...
Tears shed, running down my face as they run down the windshield, no wipers .. Let them run and drip into a pool at the bottom where they collect more and more raindrops .. Save them for later .. later when there is no rain and the days are hot and dry, the green life is turning brown slowing dying .. Like our relationship?? Our journey?? I wonder ...
Does anything ever REALLY end?? Like the stolen gazes into your soul when we make eye contact do they stop right there at the pupil ? .. If only for a second .. look into my soul, do you see a reflection of yourself in me? I wonder ...
The rain continues to fall and puddles form .. You skip through them, or walk through them accidentally and look down only to see yourself .. but only yourself? No .. You see them inside of you too and your heart aches and involuntary tears fall and drip into the puddle sending a ripple across the water .. It reaches the end but does it ever really stop? I wonder ...
Waterfalls rush down to hit the rocks at the bottom .. rock bottom .. haven't we all been to this place? Yes. Grab the paddle and throw them the other .. begin to stroke the violent waves, getting frustrated almost giving up but you don't .. Ahead on the horizon is the calm and cool waters, and the sun sets as you paddle to paradise .. reaching streams together .. together .. forever? .. I wonder ..
You have to go through the storm to get to the sunshine ..
SO dope. *
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