acid tongue

Here is my situation: and here is me being honest about it:

You, yes you, are like the warmth of fire and the light of the sun, you are like that feeling you get when you stand up after sitting down for too long, you are like the tickle of a stray hair on my shoulder. If I was a city, you'd be my earthquake. One minute I am still, solid, sound and silent, the next you've torn through me and I'm collapsing all around myself. You are a thousand and one cliches and metaphors. You are the ocean. You are the sky. You are the road that leads home. You are silence. You are music.
And I just can't get my head around it.



photo credit - sssseahorse