The Bodhi Experience.

writtenneverspoken:

Step out into the winter weather

And force my blood to rush

Still alive

Squeeze my flesh harder than usual

And feel the ache of the grasp

Still alive

Close my eyes, shut out the light

And escape into the depth of my mind

Still alive?

Open my eyes, stare directly into yours

And blood rushes, grasp tightens

As I escape into you

Alive. 

dearoldlove:

I remember when you were the only thing I wanted. Now, I’d prefer a bowl of mac and cheese.

dearoldlove:

In our garage there are two doors and two corresponding buttons to open them. Almost every day I struggle to remember which one opens my side of the garage. Every day. What I can remember is almost every conversation we ever had, what makes you laugh, and the patterns in your eyes.