Sappy Somethings

Being in love is that exact same heady, intoxicating feeling everyone always describes it as. Only more suffocating. It’s that first glass of wine on an empty stomach, its coming in from the snow to a blazing fireplace and your feet hurt because you’re so cold and you’re waiting for your feet to thaw so you can feel the warmth. It’s the first puff of nicotine it’s the cellophane over the camera lens that makes everything in soft focus. It’s those artsy pictures where you can only see directly what’s in the foreground and make out the background but by the time you get there you realize you don’t actually care. It’s the pollution of a city making sunsets and sun rises beautiful and keeping us from seeing the stars. Its absolutely suffocating and beautiful all at the same time. Its more powerful than lust because lust is an ‘I want I want I want’ versus love is your heart thudding through thick blood every second. Everything seems too slow and then in sharp focus too fast. You loose all concept of yourself time and space when you’re entwined in sheets. It’s being kissed awake and having no idea who you are, just the rich sensation of butterflies coming from your lips to your heart. Its knowing that another human being is in synchronization with you. There is nothing more powerful than that, and it makes us horrifyingly open and susceptible to damage. Its pulling off the carapace of a mask we wear every day and separating the ribs that jail that muscle and letting them curl up next to you. Its not being able to breathe because you know that someone on the other end of that spectrum feels the same way, and nothing is more beautiful than that.