Find a woman who makes you feel more alive. She won’t make life perfect but she’ll make it infinitely more interesting. And then love her with all that’s in you.
Fair pink hues lit up the gold streaked heavens, rays of late september sunshine flickered through the tangle of dew-kissed vines stringing above us, sheltering the glittering meadow with all its bewitched inhabitants.
I was transfixed, mesmerised, achingly enchanted.
Your ivory skin warmed under my touch and your lips glistened with that sweet poison I had come to love so fervently.
Within an alcove of unprecedented beauty, you fit in so effortlessly.
They say writers delve into their feelings like vultures dig into their prey; mercilessly.
But I hadn’t even the words to bring to life the way it felt to observe the twinkling shadow of your graceful figure visible in the distance, your laughter like lilting chimes intertwining with the light spring air, or the delicateness of your ever wandering hands.
I could not even begin to fathom how this otherworldly region existed encompassed by its tainted surroundings or how you subsisted away from this entrancing niche.
My mind was cluttered with weighty words without meaning that only my blazing soul soaked in emotion could discern; I was immersed in a beautiful mayhem.
things that should be allowed to be used in essays:
- i shit you not
- you feel me
- no but get this
- i’m just sayin
- let me explain you a thing
- and yeah