looking stricken

[foxtongue]

You've captured me completely.

I washed my face with tea this morning, poured into my hands over my bed by the boy next door.

He holds me close and tells me not to go, while I can tell the clock is ticking, siphoning seconds away, sucking then into now, a little more than near. Later I find a note in my bag, thin black ink, I Treasure You with a heart and a name scratched quickly in perfect hand writing both aching familiar and painfully arcane. I arrange it on my desk, still with the taste of his cigarette in my hair, an attempt to resist an automatic urge to tuck it into my shirt, one quick gesture over my left breast, folded safe and warm against my skin. Hours pass, half a day, then, as I write this, tick, I give in.

I wish there were a stronger way to say it.

Comments

[mishlai.livejournal.com]

Those are lovely moments. I miss the sensation of giving over.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

Giving over?

[themythicalman.livejournal.com]

Awesome song. I was on a summer road trip with some friends in California when this song first came out. It was playing on the television while we were in San Francisco one morning getting ready to embrace a new day, and a more perfect song couldn't have appeared for that moment; it just seemed to sum up everything I was feeling. Hearing it again, it still does.

Thanks for being the catalyst for such a wonderful memory, and enjoy your weekend.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

That's where I was listening from, that video.

[themythicalman.livejournal.com]

It's a nifty little video. Too bad the band seemed to be a one-hit wonder. I remember making a point of going out and giving the rest of the album a listen-to after hearing this song and seeing the video, and being very disappointed - to me, it just sounded like more generic, ho-hum guitar-angst commercial music with none of the cleverness that this song suggested.

[mallinson.livejournal.com]

We all do. Welcome to the struggle of poets in love.

[mishlai.livejournal.com]

Curiously, I find it easy to express heartbreak, but difficult to express joy. Joy feels less... inward, I suppose.

[themythicalman.livejournal.com]

In my opinion, heartbreak is one of those moments when we're both at our most vulnerable and our most introspective. We second-guess our histories, examine our words and actions with all the detail of a professional sports commentary. "What went wrong?" "Why doesn't (s)he love me?" It's a universal experience, but when it happens we have to fight the urge to curl up in a ball and hide; we feel as though we've been hollowed out, and we don't want whatever's left behind to escape.

I agree with your comment regarding joy. I believe that joy is a moment of extreme extroversion. You feel as though this sense of elation is welling up inside you, and if you don't let it out and share it you feel as though you might just burst like a supernova.

[porphyre.livejournal.com]

I appeciate living.