time...
There are people you just know,
the kind of know that is beyond experience
beyond remnants of life
beyond the arbitrary instances
the kind of know that is felt before feel
the kind of know that is known before know
the kind of know that is loved before it is love
people you'd do anything for fight armies
rescue cats in trees, jump for a bullet
rescue from sadness,
you so desperately try to find good in life
to find some meaning that is more than hurt and despair
you find people to show you that there is a god
he is good, he loves you
because how can the concept of love even be known
for it is unknowable to humans, it has to be
love is the cure for all ills and can rescue the soul
even if but for a minute, a moment, an instance, a heartbeat
a rescue that can be felt for a lifetime, time has no concept.
space is not physical. yet time and space seem to be the glue to life
the main reasons we do the things we do. time and space creates dire love
but destroys the soul.
this weekend was perfect. who needs an ocean when you can swim in deep blue eyes
who needs to see a movie when theres a million dollar smile smiling at you.
who needs clubs, bars, drinking, dating, when theres a touch that can melt your soul
skin so smooth you feel like your touching heavens clouds
a soul so good that inherently makes you feel lighter, happier, better.
the smell of familiar and the heart beat of comfort. desires for a better life culminating in moments for a lifetime.
lifetime. 6o years. 70 years. cancer. car crash. accident.
soul. everlasting. forever.
moments that echo in the soul to breathe for eternity.
you don't come across beautiful women everyday. you dont come around good people everyday. to see the both and to float away with that person is worth a million miles, a thousand heartaches, hundreds of stammered words, and one soul.
spain is far away. time is far away. 6 months is a blink of an eye. but a lot can happen in a blink of an eye. people change, lives move on, movement forward. the only thing you can hope is to be there when that eye opens up.
dedicated to emily moore.
for the love i have of her is so high that i would stop a hurricaine so she could see the stars
the kind of know that is beyond experience
beyond remnants of life
beyond the arbitrary instances
the kind of know that is felt before feel
the kind of know that is known before know
the kind of know that is loved before it is love
people you'd do anything for fight armies
rescue cats in trees, jump for a bullet
rescue from sadness,
you so desperately try to find good in life
to find some meaning that is more than hurt and despair
you find people to show you that there is a god
he is good, he loves you
because how can the concept of love even be known
for it is unknowable to humans, it has to be
love is the cure for all ills and can rescue the soul
even if but for a minute, a moment, an instance, a heartbeat
a rescue that can be felt for a lifetime, time has no concept.
space is not physical. yet time and space seem to be the glue to life
the main reasons we do the things we do. time and space creates dire love
but destroys the soul.
this weekend was perfect. who needs an ocean when you can swim in deep blue eyes
who needs to see a movie when theres a million dollar smile smiling at you.
who needs clubs, bars, drinking, dating, when theres a touch that can melt your soul
skin so smooth you feel like your touching heavens clouds
a soul so good that inherently makes you feel lighter, happier, better.
the smell of familiar and the heart beat of comfort. desires for a better life culminating in moments for a lifetime.
lifetime. 6o years. 70 years. cancer. car crash. accident.
soul. everlasting. forever.
moments that echo in the soul to breathe for eternity.
you don't come across beautiful women everyday. you dont come around good people everyday. to see the both and to float away with that person is worth a million miles, a thousand heartaches, hundreds of stammered words, and one soul.
spain is far away. time is far away. 6 months is a blink of an eye. but a lot can happen in a blink of an eye. people change, lives move on, movement forward. the only thing you can hope is to be there when that eye opens up.
dedicated to emily moore.
for the love i have of her is so high that i would stop a hurricaine so she could see the stars
posted by Tim Zimm | 10:18 AM
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