Memoirs Of A Guy And A Girl Trapped Stationary in The Universe, As They Scheme To Escape

You are talking to me with philosophical hope, and I watch your words fall into the cigarette you are rolling. And I ask for a drag. The nature that surrounds us makes me forget for a minute that the rest of humanity is close enough to touch, and I catch a bird watching us. His onyx feathers reflect the setting sun, and he twists his head as though he is trying to hear what we are saying. I look at you and smile with innocent distraction, and I notice that I never realized how perfectly blue your eyes are. They are tangible crystals that can show me the past and perhaps they can predict the future, too. And I scoot closer to the edge of my seat, and a little to my right, hoping to absorb a bit of your aura. We are anchored to a bottomless pool of possibilities and the thought of it all overwhelms and excites me. I look at the fine lines on your porcelain hands and imagine the lovers with whom you have shared your magical touch. The thought doesn't make me jealous, but it makes me love you more. You fell from a place of celestial grace and into my lap, and I whisper under my breath, "I will always believe in you." You are a Midas of inspiration. Your touch opens my eyes to an alternate universe whose heartbeat lives within the fractals of This world. And as the dissipating sunlight ricochets off your exposed soul, specs of diamond dust move through the air, and I breathe deeply with the intent to inhale you. I can feel a part of you inside of me, as I digest the conversation we are sharing. Worlds apart, but cut from the same cloth, my heart wells with an overproduction of blood and spirit when I am near you. Its bulbous life flows with great empathy, so I distract myself by lighting another smoke. And now, I can hear you thinking. The sound of your intellect plays like a familiar melody that I can't quite place, but, nonetheless, it brings me the kind of comfort that I have always longed for. You are sturdy, but fragile, and I daydream about a future where what we are doing in this moment will become our everyday pastime.

You are my dearest friend.