My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

I formulate infinity stored deep inside of me…

Feb 2

She’s like opium

She’s beautiful, so smart, endlessly interesting. You tell her these things, because they’re entirely true, because whenever she’s around you’re entirely happy, but she just smiles and looks away. She doesn’t think she’s particularly amazing, but you know she is, and you want her to know it. Talking with her is the most natural thing in the world, you’re both so ridiculously alike in your odd contemplations. Your wants and worries are so the same.

You’re a restless sort, rarely content, often lonely, no matter who’s around. You always feel that you ought to be somewhere else, but that somewhere is elusive, never within reach. These feelings are usually so palpable, but not when you’re with her. Lying next to her, holding her hand, her head on your shoulder, loneliness doesn’t exist. You don’t want to be some place else, there is no place else. Being close to her is like walking through an opiate fog, but that feeling of peace, of contentment is real, not a drugged out illusion. You want to say these things, her lying so close, but you don’t. Her brown eyes are gorgeous and bright, warm and alluring, they make you forget your way with words.

8 comments

8 Comments so far

  1. Rachel February 2nd, 2009 5:56 am

    Mike those last two lines are absolutely perfect. They’re beautiful and I am in love with them.

  2. David February 2nd, 2009 2:07 pm

    Mike, your writing is just beautiful. You really ought to consider writing a book of short stories, each story a couple of pages. I think it would be brilliant.

  3. Tanya February 2nd, 2009 4:37 pm

    So beautiful.

  4. Evie February 2nd, 2009 7:31 pm

    Great Day,

    You write with a passion seldom read … thank you for your words 🙂

  5. steph February 2nd, 2009 10:24 pm

    Damn man.

    You are one hell of a writer.

  6. Tony February 3rd, 2009 11:34 am

    awesome shit!

  7. Justin February 4th, 2009 1:44 pm

    so true and so eloquently said. time is suspended like a frame on the wall.

  8. Alex Carnegie February 28th, 2009 10:46 pm

    All the best ones are

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