But when you let me in its like a thousand Julys...

God the seasons are moving so swiftly and then again they seem to stand still at moments. They stood still for me earlier today. As I drifted in and out of sleep, looking at the clock those garish red numbers that keep things from being chaotic. I watched as the minutes passed like days, his breathing the only noise to block out silence. The sun shinning through the blinds dancing with the shadows... for a moment I swear time stopped... nothing moved not he, not I... it just paused... It was a nice moment, not just because of him (though he was a key role). It's odd at how moments of our lives intersect but we see them completely differently how time is different for each person. My morning, my night went in slow motion... how was it for you? My days the past week have been going in slow motion... I like it... it allows me to really take everything in absorb everything from the moment before the moment has passed. For instance my stroll to class... a light breeze, the warm sun, pulling my jacket to me for dear life, smiling and making eye contact with every stranger that passes me by... hearing sounds all around... life all around and at the same time hearing nothing at all... these are little things I took for granted things I missed in my rush to get to class on time... now... I don't rush not matter how late I am... I take everything, everyday in...
time really is a man made thing... and I have have made myself an infinite amount of time... we've become so accustomed to our daily routines that we forget that it all comes together in the end whether you were late or not... it moves... take it in... take every moment in... remember how to use all of your senses... if you have to think about them individually take it all in...
warm skin on warm skin, the music in the background, his breathing, the taste of the Malibu going down the back of my throat or his kiss, the warm smells... last night was a symphony of touch and taste and sound it sent my senses into overload and I took every bit of it in... processed the moment into memory... I thank you for that... I'd like to find you again...