#domfnd

[wnq-writers]

You keep me without chains. But I’m scrambling in the dark looking for something to grasp. Maybe I want something to hold me close. Don’t you want to keep me?

domfnd

[wnq-writers]

The most beautiful moments in life are ones we’ve laced with moments of love; love in it’s simplest form, whether we know it or not. How do we know which ones they are? Well, that’s the easy part. They’re the few memories you replay over and over again when you close your eyes. They keep you up at night. They’re the place you get taken to when that old song plays on the radio. You haven’t heard it in a while. They’re that scent in the air; you know the one. The scent so familiar, you take another deep breath in, just to keep you in the moment. Oftentimes, love is simplicity. The moments that have been engraved within us are never the most extravagant, nor the most expensive. When I close my eyes, when I smell your lavender shampoo dancing through someone else’s hair, when your favorite song plays on 106.1, you’re mine again, if even just for a moment. The most beautiful moments in life are ones we’ve laced with moments of love; but what becomes of the memory when that love is lost?

domfnd

[wnq-writers]

I’ve set sail on this journey to your soul. No matter how far it takes me, whether I crash or sink or finally reach you, I’ve set sail. Some days are better than others. Some days are calm, the wind isn’t too blistering, and sometimes I can see the beauty of your world as streaks of light through blackened clouds. But the sea that surrounds me is dark and cold. It’s full of haunted waters; haunted by the past. Some days I look behind and wonder if it’s too late to turn back. Not too late for you, but too late for me. I carry everything good. I carry our good memories in what seems to be an endless sea. Time becomes the very fabric of yours that I cling to. But the ocean is unforgiving. Tides change, as do hearts. I’m drowning now. Struggling with everything I am. I’ve set sail on this journey to your soul. Are you waiting for me at the end of the world?

domfnd

[wnq-writers]

I don’t remember alone feeling quite this lonely.

domfnd

[wnq-writers]

I’m trying. I’m trying my best to understand us. I know you’re trying too. Neither of us are in the wrong, yet I feel your cold touch engulfing me, and you feel my flame burning you into thin air. I’m sorry, but that’s how I am with you. You’re so absent; maybe not in flesh and bone, but in mind and spirit. I’m always here in mind and spirit, but sometimes I get so hot-headed I’m not here in flesh and bone. I see myself as fire toward you; an intense, eternal flame. I own what I am and burn with a luminosity that can be seen and felt light-years away. I’ll keep you warm and be the light in your darkness. But fire can overwhelm, and when untamed it can burn everything in its wake. As fire fuels, it can also destroy. To me, you are ice; reclusive and magnificent. Ice is patient and quiet, strong and everlasting. But a touch too cold leaves a barren world. Nothing can survive; a flame is nothing in the midst of your wake. But when my volcanic rain ceases, and your ice age reaches its timely end, something beautiful occurs. Water. Somehow tranquility is born from two forms of chaos. It supplies nourishment for peace, for beauty, and for life. Let’s rewrite history and take course on our own journey through space and time. Let’s become water together. Let’s clash as elements through majestic bursts of light, dancing through millennia. Let’s take form as sound waves echoing on different decibel levels, amplifying on scales with everything we have. Because I know that when the magma cools, and temperatures stabilize, we will become an everlasting water. Let’s learn how to coexist and love the only way we know how, where you can calm my flame and I can melt your layers at the same pace. We can grow with the world we’ve built through chaos despite the odds of space and time. One day as fire and ice, we will look at the world we’ve built, and become water together.

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