my private room

what will it take to single you out in my private room?

my plea is simple

breathe the air i breathe 

share the levels of mine

immerse yourself in my spirits

allow me to swim in your body

let me seep into your skin

exploring your scent and pulsating veins

what will it take to let me inside? 

10-2014

a letter never sent

hey missy
happy fall season and cheers to your new school year! 
the time of green, orange, and yellow-colored leaves, swinging and falling from tall trees, awaiting its graceful landing and the chance to mark a crushing sound by hurried footsteps...

all in the crisp cold air where one can see their breaths release like a faint chimney smoke in the distance...

I just broke into random imagination description of what I think S---- is in the fall, hahaha, woops.
don't mind me, I gotta dream, y'know? 

I wonder how your days play out. 
what is your favorite thing about a classroom? how do you take your notes?  it's like I want to shadow you for a day but in the point of view where I don't see your face, only back of your body in motion, just like a movie shot of the main character walking as if nobody is watching.  
almost like blue valentine.

I know you told me you journal.  is it little notes of your day? how do you write out what's in that cool brain of yours?
one time, my friend and I talked about really freely writing out thoughts and he suggested I start drinking but not to get drunk, only reaching a steady controlled buzz.  that line of warm body temperature, fuzzy faces, and giddy loose thoughts. 

I did that one time and the end product was so cool to see after.  maybe that's why so many great american writers and authors in general were so heavily into alcohol and the way it produces untapped areas of your brain and your heart?

as you already know, my first six months of 2014 haven't been all too positive and much stressful but I really really dig that I decided to message you on an app I had so many hesitations about.
an appropriate amount of checking out your photos, that same fjallraven backpack, and then one of you smiling so wonderfully.  
too cute, my cup o' tea.
even that one skype session had me so good.  talking and laughing, sharing playlists, thoughts, jokes, simple pleasures.

I'll also mention again, receiving those lovely white chat bubbles with smiles and range of different topics...
learning about your being is making the days of my weeks that much more interesting.  although I look down, typing essay responses back to you, not caring about what is around me, I'm all alone and invested in such a worthy conversation that I expect no finish in, not yet and I hope not for awhile, yeah? 

08-2014