time(less)

Lately, I've been three steps away 
from snapping at the person on my left or right side.  
I've been a pull & a push away 
from somersaulting off of the day of the week, 
I've been a grimace, pout & glare away 
from emptying my lungs and flaring
like the lightning that's been tugging on my heels these past few days.

& maybe, maybe I have... 

I've been bothered, you see... 

 by the looks, the judgements, the preconceived notions, 

If everyone could spend a few minutes, an hour or two a week...

setting their eyes to the channel WIDE OPEN, 

& maybe, maybe be a child for just a few minutes

Remember? When you were caught in the headlights

every time you saw something new,

something so trite, so little but it changed your perception, 

& maybe, maybe you could see what I see. 

Maybe you could open your heart, open your mind,

if you just open your eyes.

I used to be that girl, who had it all figured out; who had locked her mind up because she had simply seen it all. There was no need to see the Great Wall of China, I had spend enough time staring at the blindingly white walls in my room. No need to see another river, weren't puddles enough? 

No need to believe anything other then what I already did. 

But then I tuned my eyes, 

took a spin around the moon, 

& flew through something new...

but the one thing my squinted eyes were set on,

was the belief that it took years to truly know if you loved someone

Then, just another day... I let my feet get lost in vocal chords,

I shut my judgements away

& I learned something new.

You should try it sometime,

Life isn't always answered as you believe it to be. 

So, listen. 

What if a guy got stuck waiting for an airplane, at some rundown airport. 

All of the hotels were booked & it would be just a few hours before he could get on the next one. 

What if a girl were stuck in the same airport? Just a few hours,

twiddling her thumbs to the elevator music as the rain beat down

the airplanes that weren't for her. 

& They met... They met, & they stayed together for those three hours. Let's say, they let themselves be vulnerable for those few hours, let's say they unlocked the keys to their twisted hearts, optimistic/pessimistic/empty brain... & they let that other person in. The guy and the girl each spoke about their dreams, they chuckled at the same jokes... & her laugh managed to send a shiver up his knotted spine every time he cracked a not-so-impressive joke in her direction. What if the graze of his fingers on her arm as he went to refill his coffee made her warm inside, made her heart speed hummingbird-wild? & after just three hours, she thought... "Wow, he's special." 

& after just three or four hours, he thought "Wow, this girl... she's something,

something I could love,

someone I could give my heart to..." 

What if their minds were OPEN to love, 

and even though they didn't have years of time, they just had hours, 

maybe they didn't have all of the knowledge & the wisdom about each other,

what if their unlocked hearts could have let someone in?

What if they had discovered their definition of time(less) love?

So then, as all things come to an end, they took each other's numbers down, 

and boarded different planes, went on with their separate lives. Though he smiled 

as he thought of the way the sun hit the side of her cheek when the clouds had finally parted

& she thought about the way her eyes locked on to his as he told her his dreams,

dreams so beautiful she'd never sought to find them in any of her clouds. 

& then that guy, the young undiscovered human being, passed away.

One second he was steady dreaming,

& the next the plane lost its control,

spun out, 

and he was no longer a dreamer, a lover, a believer.

Are you going to tell that girl that she didn't lose the guy she loved?

Are you going to tell me that her heart, fully open to his, wasn't broken?

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm hopeless, 
or maybe I'm just open.