The Karma Sound
Bluelighter
I love you Stephanie.
When I first met you, it was raining. You were huddled under the pavilion, hiding your face in your sweater, I could only see your big brown eyes. I felt this comfortable energy that just wrapped it's wings around me. I couldn't keep my guilty feet outside the doors when you opened them for me. I felt that you are of a different mold. I forgot about my previous pain. I felt like I could look into your eyes, and that's all I needed. You had this charm, a womanly charm, which could heal the scars of any man. I don't know if you beleive in chakras. It's okay if you don't, but I definatly do. There's something in you. A secret, an element of the unknown, something that just caused my heart to open up. That's what my heart feels, when it's activated. Brilliant force of acceptance. Something happens in my mind, you intoxicate me. I start to lose little details of my ego. I lose my desires. When I look at you, I hear the voice of a thousand nuns chanting. I feel like I would do anything in my power, to be able to see your smile. I like your smile. It puts me at ease. It brightens me. I think it's art. I wish to capture it and frame it. Little waterfalls erupt in my eyes, where I've held you since that moment in the rain. Sometimes I question the sanity I once thought was permanent. I get this sudden desire to kiss your hands, to kiss your eyes, to stroke your face. You give me this powerful feeling. It's okay though. I like this feeling.
I remember the times I used to just watch you. I used to observe how you'd sit on the bench at the park, and I would almost enter your thoughts. I'd think to myself, how beautiful you were. One time, I watched you until you caught me. But I didn't look away. An uncontrollable smile spread across my face, and that moment, I saw an eclipse. A shooting star, a super-natural bonding that I couldn't turn my eyes from. That moment was a gift. I remember how when our eyes were one, I was caught in a dream. Even in my intimate dreams, you are vibrant, and alive. You dance with life, my mind never lets you go, even when all else has slipped away. It feels like two ocean waves clashing against eachother, to form this mist that spreads. That mist that feels refreshing.
Refreshing, like the conversations we had. You were the one girl who'd look into my eyes when we were talking. And I'd hold both your hands as we spoke. I like to listen to you speak. You deserve to be heard. You express yourself so softly and lovably. Truly, I would feel your emotions when you'd do that. I liked it, sincerely. I felt that our sorrow was half sorrow, and our joy was double-joy. You have such adorable qualities. Sometimes, I become speechless, like when I watched you put your gerbil in your sock when it wanted to sleep. Or your love for raccoons, and watching your face glow so sweetly when you talk about them.
I admire you. I love talking to you. You are my sweet surrender, and you bring out a part of me that no other does.
I hope that we can build as friends. I adore you, and I promise that I will comfort you. I beleive I was meant for that. And you were meant to touch my love like you do. If ever you were hungry, I would give up my peice of bread. It'd feed me to see you live. If ever you are cold, I would give up my own cloth. It'd warm me to see your comfort. If ever you were lonely, I would join you. It'd give me all the friends in the world.
I love you Stephanie.
-Unconditionally,
Ahmad/19
When I first met you, it was raining. You were huddled under the pavilion, hiding your face in your sweater, I could only see your big brown eyes. I felt this comfortable energy that just wrapped it's wings around me. I couldn't keep my guilty feet outside the doors when you opened them for me. I felt that you are of a different mold. I forgot about my previous pain. I felt like I could look into your eyes, and that's all I needed. You had this charm, a womanly charm, which could heal the scars of any man. I don't know if you beleive in chakras. It's okay if you don't, but I definatly do. There's something in you. A secret, an element of the unknown, something that just caused my heart to open up. That's what my heart feels, when it's activated. Brilliant force of acceptance. Something happens in my mind, you intoxicate me. I start to lose little details of my ego. I lose my desires. When I look at you, I hear the voice of a thousand nuns chanting. I feel like I would do anything in my power, to be able to see your smile. I like your smile. It puts me at ease. It brightens me. I think it's art. I wish to capture it and frame it. Little waterfalls erupt in my eyes, where I've held you since that moment in the rain. Sometimes I question the sanity I once thought was permanent. I get this sudden desire to kiss your hands, to kiss your eyes, to stroke your face. You give me this powerful feeling. It's okay though. I like this feeling.
I remember the times I used to just watch you. I used to observe how you'd sit on the bench at the park, and I would almost enter your thoughts. I'd think to myself, how beautiful you were. One time, I watched you until you caught me. But I didn't look away. An uncontrollable smile spread across my face, and that moment, I saw an eclipse. A shooting star, a super-natural bonding that I couldn't turn my eyes from. That moment was a gift. I remember how when our eyes were one, I was caught in a dream. Even in my intimate dreams, you are vibrant, and alive. You dance with life, my mind never lets you go, even when all else has slipped away. It feels like two ocean waves clashing against eachother, to form this mist that spreads. That mist that feels refreshing.
Refreshing, like the conversations we had. You were the one girl who'd look into my eyes when we were talking. And I'd hold both your hands as we spoke. I like to listen to you speak. You deserve to be heard. You express yourself so softly and lovably. Truly, I would feel your emotions when you'd do that. I liked it, sincerely. I felt that our sorrow was half sorrow, and our joy was double-joy. You have such adorable qualities. Sometimes, I become speechless, like when I watched you put your gerbil in your sock when it wanted to sleep. Or your love for raccoons, and watching your face glow so sweetly when you talk about them.
I admire you. I love talking to you. You are my sweet surrender, and you bring out a part of me that no other does.
I hope that we can build as friends. I adore you, and I promise that I will comfort you. I beleive I was meant for that. And you were meant to touch my love like you do. If ever you were hungry, I would give up my peice of bread. It'd feed me to see you live. If ever you are cold, I would give up my own cloth. It'd warm me to see your comfort. If ever you were lonely, I would join you. It'd give me all the friends in the world.
I love you Stephanie.
-Unconditionally,
Ahmad/19
