spring one

SOME MUSIC MAKES YOU FEEL JOY, while others invoke sorrow. But this music I'm talking about draws and paints these two condradictory emotional landscapes on the same canvas. They occupy the same beats, the same bars, within the same song, like two different voices in mutual conversation. A strange overlap of hellos and goodbyes, a bittersweet symphony. I've heard this music before. And I was given a chance to listen to it again when I first met you. To the tune of vibrating strings, it played inside me, resonating from my deepest corners to the edges of heavens stretched out to nowhere, reminding me of the first actual memory, heaves of warm breaths before the plunge, colors of undiscernable future. The chords have long since faded into what seems like a long distant dream, yet a fragment, a poetic phrase remains in the still air. I listen to both silence and sound with strained ears, and I dance into the night like a kid disturbing puddles after a summer rain. I dance, dance, dance to an empty orchestra, but with hope in line with the drumless beat.

this is how we will do it

You know when conversations abruptly end with "I guess we can just agree to disagree"? As if people are too afraid to immerse themselves deep into an argument, to find a middle ground between two conflicting, opposite ideas? I kind of hate that. I guess what I'm trying to say is talk to me, and when you find yourself disagreeing with something I say, fight for what you believe in. Bring it. For I will give you my opinion with an ulterior motive to make you agree with me, but DON'T. Show me how passionate you are, through words. Stimulate my mind. Seduce me with logic. Assault my intellect with your feet touching the ground. Because this is how we will do it. Us brandishing words: you with a sword aiming at my throat and I, a knife at your heart, until we just lie in silence, satisfied, our bodies sprawled in a bed in celebration of how different we are yet beat with the same frequency. We will speak a language only us will know, the kind that will forever stick to our tongues. So let's talk. This is how we will fall in love.