Times - h.s.

The Typed Thoughts

I sit on my desk staring at the keyboard of the Corona in front of me, my fingers brushing the keys and thinking how I'm going to begin today's spew of thoughts. Recently, they have all revolved around Alexa.

It was heaven and hell.

You, you are the reason I look forward to stepping outside of my shelter and bracing the shitty world outside.

You, you are the reason I lay in bed with my brain sprinting at a hundred miles at a time.

You, you are the reason that I don't need to make you up to be better in my mind.

You write with fervor and you talk with grace and you kiss with ardor and you walk with an elegance.

Your fingers curl around your pencil as you sloppily spit out your questions from that marvelous brain of yours. What's it like in there? Do you think about how we became of existence? Do you question the modern laws of physics, or do you cringe at the thought of numbers? Do you think about how there are 7 billion people in this universe and we are just a small speck inside? Do you think about how I am one of those 7,000,000,000 and I am in your life? Do I cross your mind like you dart through mine?

Your hair falls carelessly on your face but somehow manages to frame that beautiful face of yours. I wonder what God must have thought when he created you, I wonder if he purposely intended for you to be made just to have me be drawn to you. You are a wonderful creation that many men are in awe of. You hold more power than you know.

If there is any chance I may get to spend with you, I would take it, I would take it over winning the lottery, I would take it over meeting my favorite author, I would take it if it meant that it would be when I spent my last breath. I'm a lunatic, I know. I'm mental, this is clear... but you tell me how I must be when you've got the world's finest in front of your own eyes.

I've thought. If God may give me the opportunity to have a woman of such immense worth in my life, I would be eternally grateful. However, if he may have placed you only to be as taunting as a mouse is to a cat, though I would be upset, I would still be grateful. The gift of knowing you is as treasurable as the world's most precious artifacts.

You troublemaker, you. How could I resist? I'm mad, I'm mad, I've gone absolutely mad. A mad man. Another human being should not be allowed to make me feel so vulnerable and raw, yet you manage. I want you to stop but I want you to keep going. Stop, go. Stop, go. Stop, go. Drive me so mad I'm going off the edge.

Your complexity is that of a labyrinth but I could delve into your corners and not mind getting lost, as long as you would be there to encapsulate me and guide me to the core. A nice dwelling place, indeed.

With these thoughts, there is one amongst all that is clear and is true -
though I dare not say it.
It's faster than I've ever gone, almost at the speed of light.
There is three words, and the last one may just be you.

Like this, perched at my desk and fingers typing away, I spent all of my evening and late night. I could never grow tired of writing about her. I could never grow tired of her.

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Call me horrible for not updating because I KNOW I AM! I apologize for that, and also for this short chapter... but someone wanted a peek into H's brain, so here you go! School starts soon and I'm freaked!!! Sorry, guys, adulting has given me writers block.

much love,
a