i dreamt
of words on lips
lips on skin
skin on selves
and happiness in breath.
when i woke
i forgot to remind myself
that it was a dream
and began living each day
as if i were loved.
I’m crazy for you like
smearing little yellow flowers
across my face in December and
I don’t mean to write you
into love poems but
that always seems to happen anyway.I see you in rainbows
rolled into
lumpy balls that fit
perfectly in my mouth.But none of that ever matters
because you’ll…
This song is the sound track to one of the most solemn, intense moments I have ever shared with someone. I became friends with someone who is 13 years older than me, so needless to say, he has a lot more life experience than I do. We always have a lot of fun together, just being completely random and doing impulsive things. So one day we decided to take a road trip to Nevada to pick up his 11 year old daughter.
As we were driving, this song came on the radio. Our lively chatter and joking ceased and evolved into a breathless silence. A silent respect for this song; and his many friends who perished in Iraq and thankfulness for how his life was spared many, many times from many close calls. Nothing could penetrate the silence in the truck, and I wouldn’t dare disturb this moment for him. I looked over to the driver’s seat and I could see the pain in his eyes, almost like staring into a window of flashbacks; but with such a strong face on, it was nearly impossible to decipher exactly what he was feeling. Still, not a single word was muttered from either of us.
My friend joined the military at 17 years old. He went into the Marine Corps and became a sniper, after his service was up, he enlisted into the Army. In the Army, he served as a combat medic. He went to many places, saw many things and lost more than what can be fathomed by a civilian.
As if fighting in a war wasn’t enough for this Devil Dog, he continues the battle every single day with PTSD. I live in constant fear that one day it will consume him and he will be taken from this world, at his own hand.
This song represents so much about what a service member goes through and I have the utmost respect for my friend, his service, and all those who are continuing in the military today.
Make it home safe.
Make a post that consists strictly of complaints and ranting for your own benefit and get away with it by adding a tail of “has anyone ever experienced this before?”
On a Lady Gaga kick atm…
Anonymous Asks:
rogue-bird Said:
You’re*
1. Joke about someone’s history of sexual abuse.
2. Use their vulnerability of said abuse against them.
3. Expect to continue to be my friend after you’ve insulted me in such a way.
