My Three Words

I love when the sun peaks it's eyes over the tip of the mountain in the morning. Staying as silent as possible so as not to awaken others. 

The urgency it feels to kiss and warm your skin, tired with being the only one roused. Slowly chasing the darkened shadows leaving rays in their wake. 

That's probably the best feeling in the world.

I love not remembering the book being read. So captured by it, that the words read over are soon blended and forgotten.

All that is seen is the descriptions and conversations being played out inside your head without even thinking. Before long, 100 pages have been turned without realization. 

That’s probably the best feeling in the world.

I love the ability to stop and freeze time for one moment through the capturing of it in a device. I've heard it can speak 1,000 words, but to me, it's a time portal to that instant all over again. 

A special memento to treasure in a box atop the dusty shelves. A secret coding, one that only those who attended are able to crack. 

That's probably the best feeling in the world.

I love the sound of fresh growing leaves and the smell of individual droplets flooding the earth when the clouds cry. When the faceless creatures crawl out of the soil to dance along with the bolts of light and crashing of boom's.

Mist pooling all around, washing away the broken promises, repetitive lies, hidden secrets and left over remnants of loved ones passed.

That's probably the best feeling in the world.

I love the thought of him in my mind when I hear a song, see an object, smell an aroma; as I breath, blink and move. Reminiscing in the touch of skin on skin, the tickling of whispered words on my ear, soft, sweet serenades accompanied by crackling wood sparks.

Surrounded by chaos yet the silent breeze he brings creates a whirlwind of emotion coursing through my veins. Because of you, I feel alive.

That's probably the best feeling in the world.