Daydreaming

I dip my hand into the cool water as a euphoric haze passes over me.

Are you here, or is it just a dream? Am I drunk off my love for you?

This passion I cannot control. An emotion so strong it leaves no room, no place for logic.

Suddenly a coldness passes over my body. I awake from my reverie, water surrounding me, hair flowing in knots, clothes cling with added weight.

Your sweet caress gone, all that remains is a frigid wind chilling my bones.

K.B. Silver

I think most of us go through a period of intense bouts of emotional romantic interest. Usually during our teenage, and college-bound years. I had so much trouble expressing myself directly to people, yet putting things down in writing has generally been seen as a strange thing to do. I definitely felt ostracized for sharing my writing in school. In fact, I had such bad reactions that at one point I stopped writing for years. This is one of the pieces I created while I was young and emotionally moved by physical attraction.

Now I am picking up where I left off long ago. I have the love and support I craved, and never thought I would receive. Things don’t come easy, but that doesn’t make life less worth working at.