.(oh, title?)

'cause i could fall asleep in those eyes,
like a water bed

slowly and softly he sang.
loud enough so i could hear him,
but soft so that it would only be me, who heard him.


there we were, by the beach, by that huge rock that looked like a giant turtle.
trillions of stars twinkling brightly (across the dark dark sky)
like the diamonds grandma used to wear (against her dark dark skin).
oh, the breeze! as it gently caresses, bringing us deeper into our own world.
soothing were the sound of the rolling waves, almost hypnotic.


there was no need for stories that night.
all he has kept inside,
the anger, the hatred, the disappointment, the tears, the pain,
everything; he has let out.
there was nothing else for me to tell,
for all and everything, i have told too.

there was no need for stories that night.


we sang.
ahh, he sang and i hummed.
we laughed.
(what can i say, i can be pretty amusing haha!)
all while playing with the sand between our toes.


wouldn't it be nice? to stay in this forever?
he said.

it would. but morning shall come, and the stars will go away.
could it be possible, that the waves would no longer roll gently, but crash against the sand?
and the breeze would never stay this cool, would not always gently brush against our skins.
(you know i say this, for i have been through the storm,
you know i say this for the rainbow never came until i broke free)
i replied, forever the pessimist.

so then it will. but let me tell you this, the elements may change, but the core of us, will not.
i shall not lie, for in my heart lies the same fear you feel.
it has crossed my mind that what we feel now might not be this, then.
but we are here, now.
and while we are here, now; we will pull through.
and make it, even after then, later.
(i know, but i am not them, i am me)
he replied, forever the strength.

how is it possible,
that something as simple as hanging out by the beach with you,
can bring forth feelings that are everything BUT simple?
he pondered.

easy! because it's me.
and it's you.
and it's us.


and he held me close.
the warmth he emanated blanketed me.
diminishing the fear of tomorrow,
infusing what seems to be hope...

..and excitement of what tomorrow might bring.


then..


i woke up.
with no recollection of who he was.
only traces of how he made me feel;