brynduin

[brynduin]

Horizons:

I sometimes wonder what exactly it is that I find so infatuating about you. A lot of times actually, it proves to be quite distracting to toss and turn night after night with your laughter ringing in my ears, to see you in the sunset and the flecks of orange and gold streaking across the sky like the flecks of gold in your eyes. Hell, it distracts me even now as I write this. How apt.

What, was I meant to have an answer here? I’m sure if I looked hard enough I could pinpoint the exact pitch you make when you giggle and when my heart oh so coincidentally flutters, the exact colors in your eyes and what sunsets I could paint with them, running along the page in abstract unquantifiable shapes to anyone but us. I could try to study the sound of your voice and how it sounds so melodious, harmonic, any number of musical definitions reserved for only songs that you’ve somehow managed to abscond away with, leaving a teasing smile and a glimmer of light in the eyes that every sunflower would turn towards if they could see, spurning the sun for a brighter brilliance. I’m sure I could, with time and study and practice and about three more lifetimes pinpoint the exact aspect of you I see staring back at me in the horizon of a setting sun peering through the clouds. But I don’t think I’d want that. Right now I’m content to stare out my window, tracing the lines of gold against green and hearing your voice and seeing your smile and

I did say I find it distracting in fairness. Everything, and nothing and all the wonderful horrible things in between. You are maddening, and honestly? thank god for that. Thank god that I get to bask in your glow, your light, your melodious voice. Thank god I get to hear you laugh. It is the most beautiful sound in the world, it is the sort of song a musician chases for her entire life.

I would chase it as long as you would let me do so.

Just as I would chase the horizon, if it meant I would get to see you in its colors.

[brynduin]