I'm working on this....I can't get it to go where I want it to go. I'm hoping sleep brings me around to a place that I'd like it to be.
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In college a professor taught me a valuable lesson about life
If you repeat something enough it begins to lose meaning
If you keep repeating, all that word becomes is a sound
The meaning blow away like dandelion seeds
Together. The state of one thing being with another.
Together. Me and you walking down the street.
Together. Camping underneath the stars.
Together. Together. Together. Together. Together.
Together. Together. Together. Together. Together.
To gether. Tog ether. Toge ther. Toget her. To get her.
Togeth er Togethe r T og eth er. To ge th er to gE th er
T og Et he R To geth er. T Og Et her Tog Eth R.
To G etH e r Rto get hErt og e Thert To G e tHer
With enough time, inside the translation of sound-to-heart, even we get lost.
What the professor left out is…it’s the same with life.
When we kissed the first time my entire body ached for you
When we kissed the tenth I was thrilled.
When we kissed the hundredth time you felt familiar on my lips, safe
When we kissed the five hundredth it felt expected, a duty I particularly enjoyed
When we kissed the thousandth time….it was just a kiss.
Just a sound in the dark without meaning attached.
Together.
I configure you postcards.
Gaza, the Black Hills, Pico da Neblina, the Golden Gate Bridge
I send you pictures of the places of been and the places I hope to be
I build you care packages
A box fan, a hand-drawn stick figure, a microphone, a tarot card
I send you pieces of me I’m not sure I could live without
When it comes to you I have no words.
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When thinking of ideas to guide this further in I've thought of these things:
I worry about repeating.
I worry about being so me that you become bored
I dreamed about a pig of medium size
He was pink and wily and pleasant
I had to pick him up and get him onto a scale so that he could be measured
It was a competition of the handsomest
He came easily enough and when we set him down
The scaled hummed and hummed
Until there was a buzzing in my temples.
And I woke up to silence
I want to sucker punch you in the heart
I want you to tumble in my waves after getting thrown from your board
I want you float weightless and drift
My parties consist of video games and soda pop in circles
As we try to piece our lives together
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I'm not sure where I'm trying to go with it. How to get there. Story of my life I suppose.
What I want to say is...I don't even know. Hrm. It seems that I have no words.
I just scrolled up and added the bit about no words. I think it may be done with that, despite all the things I wanted to add. I often feel like I am leaving so much out, like there is so much to say. I talk and talk and talk and talk....and then.....I've said so many words that they've lost meaning and relevance. Then instead of leaving out I'm left out and it's all tits up.
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