Where have you been all my life?
I love the idea of you.
Your very existence blows my mind.
Before you reared your lovely head, only materialistic things mattered.
Once upon a time, I didn’t think I needed you, but you’ve continued giving me bits and pieces of you.
You know me so well, you know all about my sweet tooth, and so like calories you counted and rationed yourselves to me carefully.
Knowing I don’t deserve too much of you at once; I would waste you, so generously you presented the bits and pieces.
You’re growing with me although it seems your maturity exceeds mine.
You exist just like the wind; able to shake up and shake down the tallest…able to challenge life, control eagerness, and keep the mystery.
You’re something to look forward to in a calm place.
Please continue to haunt me.
I look forward to hearing the creaks on the wooden floor of my conscience.
Tiptoe to life through my words.