If we were made of water, then maybe I’ll be in a much, much better place because then, I’ll be able to take a hit and move past everything that tries to pierce through me, through us. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to worry about you going because I know that even across rivers and oceans, I’ll always find you.
How many times can a heart go back when your eyes aren't there anymore to guide the path home? Or was your warmth ever home?
How can a common experience still cause this much pain? You think you’d be exempt because you've exposed yourself to it more times than you want or because you've always entertained the idea of it happening, but when it's finally there, wow. Or did I jinx it when I thought too much of it?
I’m just rambling. Anyway, for the fun stuff (which may still not be fun…)
What would be my new normal, I was asked, and to be honest, I can't visualize it. I can't put together even just a vague picture. How disappointing that must be, coming from someone who is expected to be eloquent. Lol.
But let me try to throw in a bunch of colors, in hopes that they eventually come together and be something—would the new normal be bloody red? Or grim and pitch black?
White, maybe? Guess I’m rambling even more, but of all colors, white would have to be the scariest one for me.
With white, I imagine being in a spot where I’m surrounded by a blinding light and no matter which way I look, there’s only this vastness, a space seemingly without end, where (I hope) I can freely wander around. Or I could just be unknowingly trapped in the confines of four white walls. I’ll never know. I’m not sure if I ever want to figure it out.
I mean, how far can my ideals take me? Will it even take me, us anywhere? Do we just die trying? Should we just be content with having something to stand for?
What would be our new normal?
