Somewhere, someone


I found this on one of my friends’ tumblr….

Somewhere, someone
thinks they love someone else
exactly like I love you.

Somewhere, someone
shakes from the ripple
of a thousand butterflies
inside a single stomach.

Somewhere, someone
is packing their bags to see the world
with someone else.

Somewhere, someone
is reaching through the most terrifying
few feet of space to hold the hand
of someone else.

Somewhere, someone
is watching someone else’s chest rise and fall
with the breath of slumber.

Somewhere, someone
is pouring ink like blood onto pages
fighting to say the truth that has no words.

Somewhere, someone
is waiting patient but exhausted
to just be with someone else.

Somewhere, someone
is opening their eyes to a sunrise in someplace
they have never seen.

Somewhere, someone
is pulling out the petals, twisting the apple stem,
picking up the heads up penny, rubbing the rabbits foot,
knocking on wood, throwing coins into fountains,
hunting for the only clover with only 4 leaves, skipping over the cracks,
snapping the wishbone, crossing their fingers,
blowing out the candles, sending dandelion seeds into the air,
ushering eyelashes off their thumbs, finding the first star,
and waiting on 11:11 on their clock to spend their wishes on someone else.

Somewhere, someone
is saying goodbye, but somewhere, someone else is saying hello.

Somewhere, someone
is sharing their first or their last kiss with their or no longer their someone else.

Somewhere, someone
is wondering if how they feel is how the ‘other they’ feels about them
and if both theys could ever become a they together.

Somewhere, someone
is the decoder ring to all of the great mysteries of life
for someone else.

Somewhere, someone
is the treasure map
Somewhere, someone
thinks they love someone else
exactly like I love you.
Somewhere, someone
is wrong.
                                                                                                      Tyler Knott Gregson

It made me realize that I do miss writing…!

Somewhere, someone
is clueless whether he is loved and needed
by anyone else.

Somewhere, someone
is hesitating, should they push themselves forward,
or wait for someone else to help them.

Somewhere, someone
is wrong, again.

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Posted on March 18, 2013, in Everything. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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