There is no flower as beautiful,
no chocolate or candy sweeter.
Not a single word in any card that means more,
than a moment spent in time with you.
Somehow this passage keeps coming to mind.
A little blast from the past.
"It brings about a wry smile to know.
That the best dreams I have are the ones where I am dying.
Like I'm dying of happiness, like I'm dying of broken- ness.
Take me back to where I could feel like I was dying.
Perhaps back to wrestling under the sheets.
Where i'll hurt myself (nose),
And you'll wipe the tears that spring from pain,
or fear of being too happy."
But why not the past?
After all, that's what I cling to,
that's where I left my heart and soul.
Where my idle mind never fails to return.
I'm awaiting time's healing hands.
But that's the problem with time, no?
Success is never guaranteed, but it is your only option.
So I guess I wait for time's slow respite,
and pray I won't completely lose myself to idle moments.