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Monday, 26 April 2010

Trying



To define that undefinable word. I type on the page, hit the wall, close my eyes, think of you. Us.

I can tell you how I get there, but not where I'm going. Laying here with you, waiting.

How high the mountain is, but not what's at the peak. Not impossible to climb.

What time it is, but not how fast the clock ticks. 7.

How many notes in the bar, but not the effect of the melody. 14 since we started playing.

How many goals 'til half-time, but not the final score. 5-1 to you.

What the words say in the dictionary, but not what they mean. "A deep and meaningful connection to another - person or object."

How you perform when you do the most normal things, but not whether I can reach out and touch the stage. Magnum Opus.

How your hair falls, but not how it makes me fall. Into my arms.

What I see when I gaze into your eyes, but now how far you'll hold that gaze. The clearest lagoon, just for us.

How you change my view on the world, but not what it becomes. For the better.

How many brushes of paint hit the canvas, but not what I'm painting. These strokes on your lips.

How many kisses on your body, but not how it feels. Never enough.

How far I would travel to reach you, yet never where I can find you. To the ends of the earth.

How I feel when you lie next to me, but not how you feel about me. Complete.

I can't define what it is, so that will have to do for now, until it's ready to be defined; in one impossible word.

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