I fell asleep amid the flowers
For a couple of hours, on a beautiful day
I dream of you amid the flowers
for a couple of hours, such a beautiful day…
I dream a dirty dream of you baby
You’re crawling on the bathroom floor
You float around the room and you’re naked
Then you’re flying out the bedroom door
I dream a dirty dream
I dream a dirty dream
You have to give this a listen! The way the song transitions from being seemingly pure to actually being dirty is fantastic. I’ve had this on my iPod for more or less two months now, and I still put it on repeat every now and then. :)
To Smile → To Cry: A Transition
By Brosi Gonzales, January 2013
“I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.” – J. Winterson
You are in a coffee shop downtown, staring at the busy street as you drink your coffee. It was made just the way you liked it: black, with just a spoonful of sugar. You have never been a fan of Frappuccinos nor macchiatos nor the like; you like your coffee simple, straightforward.
You take a sip as your eyes gaze to the street just ahead of you. People walk side-by-side with their friends, off either to have dinner or to go to a party. They pay no mind to you. You pay no mind to them either; though your eyes are trained on them, your mind is somewhere else.
You made a decision a few months ago, one which was painful but necessary. You let go of an important person in your life, one whom you cherished despite the short amount of time you spent together. You knew you were loved back, but somehow, that love was never enough. He was a priority to you; you were just an option to him.
Bye. Have a nice life.
You wonder: what could have happened if you never said goodbye? What if you allowed the relationship to flourish? Things would have changed. You may have possibly become as much of a priority to him as he was to you. Maybe if you gave him more time… he may have seen that you were important enough to never let go of. But you never gave him a chance. You let go too quickly.
Does he still think of me?, you wonder. But you will never know the answer. All you can do now is imagine what could have been if you made your time together a little longer. There’s an ache of longing in your heart, and you wonder just how long it would take for it to heal. What if, what if…
The lights of the city are reflected in your eyes, giving them streaks of white and gold. You sip the last of your coffee and get up. You head to your car and think about ordering a macchiato next time. Perhaps it would make you think about its sweetness more than it would your decisions.