DeepThoughts

And she crashes into my soul like a clap of thunder on a tranquil summer day. With her radiant aura and ever-present personality I cannot help but find myself infatuated with her. I stare into the angelic visage, studying every aspect: the two deep pools that are her eyes, I see my future drowned in them - the soft pillows of her lips where rests time and eternity, making the world stand still - beyond the lips finds the inviting smile like a warm fire on a winter day, inviting me to curl up next to it and spend every waking, lonely moment there - the silky sea of smooth skin which embraces the beatific facade, but to touch would be to feel myself slip away into a world unknown. She fills my mind like a thousand trumpets fill a hall and I am helpless against her magnetic force. Is this then true love which everyone speaks and dreams of? Her voice, like a consoling brook in a quiet meadow, melts my heart away and I am hers. I am hers from now till that eternity which rests so lightly on her lips. For she has crashed into my soul and has woven herself into it, where she would remain until the two, woven together, may ascend as one to a Paradise - a Paradise which they have already made for themselves, together.

My mind is a chasm of thoughts, ideas, and dreams. My mind wanders and explores as if it were a seperate being from myself. It wanders and picks up more thoughts and ideas. It wanders during the day leaving me in a state of hollow blank; a deep thought, completely relaxed, calm , and serene. Then it finds me again and I continue through that day of my life.It wanders at night as I lay in bed trying to sleep. It keeps me awake and thinking. Thinking of thoughts it has gathered during the day. And when it returns but again, it allows me to sleep. Sleep itself allows my mind to wander all night, releasing any and all thoughts it wants. Come morning it returns an empty cavity, ready to collect another days worth of thoughts, ideas, pictures, and dreams.

Everyone has always told me, "You'll know when you're in love. Don't rush it." And everyone was right. To me, love used to be excessive happiness when around someone. It used to be the one I can't get out of my mind. And in some ways it still is this. But true love brings so much more. It becomes sanctuary to lonliness. It's the warm, fuzzy spot in your stomach when you can't stop thinking about her. It's the simple happiness her smile brings. The little prases that don't really end like, "I miss you..." It's the putre excitement and anticipation of seeing her. It's the longing for the next time you can wrap your arms around her stomach and whisper "I love you" in her ear and kiss her on the cheek. It's the blurred vision it creates. It's when sunsets over the mountain, snow blanketed countrysides, calm oceans, and sun dotted meadows in the forest don't seem as beautiful as her portrait on the wall. It's when the thought of being without her doesn't seem feasible. It's the stolen glances across the room that you can't help but give and take. It's the struggle though the hard times and the rewards of victory. It's when she's the only one other than your mom who gets away with using your full name. It's the funny way you feel when she seems perfectly happy. It's when you look forward to having her tell you what to do to make her happy; how to smell, how to dress. It's not being able to stand waiting for the one moment you get to sweep her off her feet and know that you're the only one she wants. It's all of these things in a shell of uncertainty and mystery. It doesn't always feel good. Sometimes it seems like it wouldn't last much longer. But it's also the feeling you look forward to if it does work out. The ultimate feeling of pure joy, love, and security.