katmeow
Bluelight Crew
Musings on happiness and moments of perfection:
A wander through my random thoughts of the past few weeks.
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I've often wondered why happiness is so hard to define. Such an intangible emotion, it dances tantalisingly in front of me, always two steps ahead of the ideas forming in my mind. Is it that joy equates to laziness? Why seek out the perfect prose, when instead thoughts of what make you happy beckon.
Or perhaps I simply don't have the talent. Time and time again, I sit with fingers poised on keys, or hand trying to calm an incessantly tapping pen, grasping clumsily at thoughts like a child first learning to catch. The words I find are always wrong. Too childish. Too corny. Maybe you'd like some poetry with your cheese?
On the other hand. Take depression, loneliness, anger, lost love, addiction, death or despair, and the words tumble forth, scrambling for space on page after page. Yet it seems contentment will not be transcribed with mere pen and paper.
But still I try.
*~*~*~*~*~*
If you were to write your perfect moment, what would it be?
Fairyfloss clouds float across a baby blue horizon, waiting for
the sun to nestle in for the evening. Soft sand trickles between
our toes as I lean back against your chest. The sea breeze
caresses exposed skin as we settle in for the sunset. Out
ahead of us, the sun, a majestic fiery ball, sinks lower against
the canvas of the sky. Mother nature, the artist, paints the
clouds streaks of red, orange and gold in welcome and gilt
crested waves race each other to the shoreline. As the sun
finally dips out of our vision and stars begin to flicker in the
now indigo sky above, I feel your arms envelop me. I turn my
head and our lips brush together for the briefest of seconds.
And in that moment, I feel at peace.
But moments of perfection can't be written or created.
Instead, they sneak up on you at times least expected.
Friday Morning. 6.45am.
beep beep BEEP BEEP
My alarm shatters what was peaceful slumber.
(What kind of perfect moment is this you ask?
And one could be forgiven for wondering.
As the day progresses, I'll struggle through
work on 4 hours sleep and you'll drive back
home putting a Federal Highway between us.)
But in the few minutes before reality comes calling, we have
our own slice of paradise. In the half-light of the cloudy dawn,
I can barely make out your blue-gray eyes, but I don't need
to see to know you'll be looking back at me. Your arms snake
around me, hands trailing over bare skin, sending shivers up
my spine. Pressed against your chest, I feel your heart beat
like a bass line to what's fast becoming my favourite song.
Lying on mismatched bed sheets, in my messy room, awoken
far too early for comfort, is a far cry from any day dream. But
when you kiss me gently good morning and our noses bump
together and you tell me that waking up next to me is the best
thing ever, that's my perfect moment. That's when I know
I'm the luckiest girl in the world.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Advance apologies for the corniness to come:
A...
When we are together, I feel complete.
I've realised since I met you that that
what I mistook for missing pieces, were
simply parts of me I'd forgotten, which
you have made me rediscover.
You make me so happy it's amazing,
and all the words in the world would
not be enough for me to tell you how
crazy I am about you.
K xxx
A wander through my random thoughts of the past few weeks.
*~*~*~*~*~*
I've often wondered why happiness is so hard to define. Such an intangible emotion, it dances tantalisingly in front of me, always two steps ahead of the ideas forming in my mind. Is it that joy equates to laziness? Why seek out the perfect prose, when instead thoughts of what make you happy beckon.
Or perhaps I simply don't have the talent. Time and time again, I sit with fingers poised on keys, or hand trying to calm an incessantly tapping pen, grasping clumsily at thoughts like a child first learning to catch. The words I find are always wrong. Too childish. Too corny. Maybe you'd like some poetry with your cheese?
On the other hand. Take depression, loneliness, anger, lost love, addiction, death or despair, and the words tumble forth, scrambling for space on page after page. Yet it seems contentment will not be transcribed with mere pen and paper.
But still I try.
*~*~*~*~*~*
If you were to write your perfect moment, what would it be?
Fairyfloss clouds float across a baby blue horizon, waiting for
the sun to nestle in for the evening. Soft sand trickles between
our toes as I lean back against your chest. The sea breeze
caresses exposed skin as we settle in for the sunset. Out
ahead of us, the sun, a majestic fiery ball, sinks lower against
the canvas of the sky. Mother nature, the artist, paints the
clouds streaks of red, orange and gold in welcome and gilt
crested waves race each other to the shoreline. As the sun
finally dips out of our vision and stars begin to flicker in the
now indigo sky above, I feel your arms envelop me. I turn my
head and our lips brush together for the briefest of seconds.
And in that moment, I feel at peace.
But moments of perfection can't be written or created.
Instead, they sneak up on you at times least expected.
Friday Morning. 6.45am.
beep beep BEEP BEEP
My alarm shatters what was peaceful slumber.
(What kind of perfect moment is this you ask?
And one could be forgiven for wondering.
As the day progresses, I'll struggle through
work on 4 hours sleep and you'll drive back
home putting a Federal Highway between us.)
But in the few minutes before reality comes calling, we have
our own slice of paradise. In the half-light of the cloudy dawn,
I can barely make out your blue-gray eyes, but I don't need
to see to know you'll be looking back at me. Your arms snake
around me, hands trailing over bare skin, sending shivers up
my spine. Pressed against your chest, I feel your heart beat
like a bass line to what's fast becoming my favourite song.
Lying on mismatched bed sheets, in my messy room, awoken
far too early for comfort, is a far cry from any day dream. But
when you kiss me gently good morning and our noses bump
together and you tell me that waking up next to me is the best
thing ever, that's my perfect moment. That's when I know
I'm the luckiest girl in the world.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Advance apologies for the corniness to come:
A...
When we are together, I feel complete.
I've realised since I met you that that
what I mistook for missing pieces, were
simply parts of me I'd forgotten, which
you have made me rediscover.
You make me so happy it's amazing,
and all the words in the world would
not be enough for me to tell you how
crazy I am about you.
K xxx
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you pretty much described all that i wanted to a specail friendin my life 
