we never roomed in one womb that matters little when i look at you history is all that comes to mind. though something tells me that our story is not uncommon, is there not something entirely more precious than the rarest, finest stone, in the fact that our love wasn't instant like clapping, or weak coffee- but it was slowly, painfully grown. as if from birth, the labor of our drawn out non-calendar days has produced a symbiotic coexistence that cannot be severed by time or space, because no matter how much i grow you're growing parallel to me. the sunflowers in your backyard that you said, in passing reminded you of our time together they return faithfully each year with a kind word and a skilled hand. and no matter how far circumstance drags us from our roots i return in the light of the stories you tell when i am for the moment nothing but memory. i love you when you are in view and when you are simply a picture in my mind. the face, like the face of the clock that will eternally hold the memory of how men dreamed up a finite world your face is the sum of an eternal summer blowing bubbles in the backyard as a four year old girl.
I am a huge Ani Fan as well(love the song fierce flawless ) But that pom was amazing it reminded me of some of her spoken word stuff except your style is distinctively more, hm how should i say this mon dieu... ani she makes statements like punches one two three you're out, you're style is more coaxing its like a cat against your leg begging to be let out, you win arguments over with elegance and this self assurdeness (okay i know you're like what the hell weirdo sorry) it was very very very well written so well infact i am havin difficulty commenting
