Tuesday, July 9, 2013
What if I wasn't just a stepping stone upwards but the final destination, not just a light off in the distance but the sun rising after a tumultuous night? What if I am not the coolest of waters when you thirst, but the sustenance when you hunger for more? What if I'll never be the perfect package, but the rattled gift waiting to be discovered even as you find the pulling off of layers a chore? What if you were not the horizon I looked to at day's end, but the sky and stars that have always filled my empty spaces within? What if you are placing hope on a thrown penny, not realizing it was the well, measured by our two hearts falling, deep beyond the scope of your present vision that held the magic of granting your wishes all along? What if you are the lone simple sound I've heard echoed in the recesses of my complicated thoughts since the hollow you created in me first provided shelter from the cyclonic spin I before you could never seem to escape from? And what if I was never the easy answer but the fingers always raised to be called upon the moment you decide to begin...questioning?