Seattle or San Francisco

whichever you would prefer,

as long as I'm with you,

anywhere is home.

Apartment living,

rooms filled with our quirks;

radiant stars covering the ceiling,

whale decor sprinkled along the bathroom,

a permanent pillow fort in the living room,

every room a different color,

whiffs of incense flooding through each open door,

the bed entwined with our

secrets

memories

love.

the thought of it

seems centuries away,

but the promise of it,

holds me together.

I laid down on the grass in the park where I grew up. It was a beautiful warm afternoon and I allowed the sun to wash over me.

Laying in the backseat of the car on a 100 mile journey. Music perfection on my headphones as I fall asleep to the gentle rocking of the highway.

I floated in the ocean, eyes closed. I felt oblivion. I existed in rhythm to the earth, present in the moment and ceased to exist outside my eyelids.

Hiking alone in the tall grass. The tops of the reeds tickling my outstretched hands. My fingertips can feel the yellow even with my eyes closed.

I sat in a bar and held a glass of scotch on the rocks. Savored the first sip like it was my only breath of air. Savored it too long until it was watered down and lost its kick.

Drove my motorcycle towards the sunset when the warm of the air was the strongest just before it cooled. Felt forever in the road that stretched out in front of me.

I held his hand as we walked down the beach, the wind in our faces. In the end it was just us two and eternity. Kids we only have for 15 years, if were lucky. But we'll have forever, together.

My happily ever after is created with each sunset. And every morning is once-upon-a-time. Depending on the story I'm telling depends on the moments I share, where I begin and end my story. Only the universe knows where my happily ever after will be, and that is just a blink in her longsighted gaze.

imagined to the last detail

less of a plan more of a fantasy

used almost as a coping mechanism

blue walls

freedom

space

safety

NYC with an invisible horizon

promising

inviting

impossible

let me begin to live my own story

let us begin to live ours

It is a perfect spring day, and I feel as if I am floating but a tad above the ground.

I am wrinkled--people would call my ancient--with crinkled eyes and a wise smile.

I am sitting under a willow tree, which is gently swaying in the wind. The grass tickles my cheek, and it smells fresh.

There are a few wisps of clouds in the sky, drifting by lazily with the breeze.

My breathing is getting slower. I feel so tired, and it is the perfect place to take a nap.

After a drift into a never ending-sleep, I see a light.

I reach for it, and see my deceased members of my family.

"Hello," I whisper. "Are you taking my with you?"

They hug me and nod, and I leave the peaceful place I had once been. A beautiful place to die.

For me, my perfect ending would be to buy a house big enough for my best friend and his family to spend the rest of their days in.

For myself, a trip over the water to America, just for a week or two so I could share some time with JWIGGY and shoot some breeze.

Then, back home to my coffin.

I would die a very happy man.