Lets face it, you did steal me. But you saved my life too. And somewhere in the middle, you showed me a place so different and beautiful, I can never get it out of my mind. And I can’t get you out of there either. You’re stuck in my brain like my own blood vessels.
And it’s hard to hate someone once you understand them.
When the darkness gets easier, you know you’re sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.
Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.
The people we care for aren’t always the one we should.
I want you to see that the person I glimpsed running beside the camel, running to save my life, is the person you can choose to be.
This be OK?? I asked, innocently. ‘You want me to have no skin left?’ You rolled your eyes. Actually, don’t answer that one.
If there’d been an astronaut on the moon right then, I’m sure I could have seen him. Perhaps he could have looked down and seen me too... the only one who could.
I chased money, pretended to be someone else to get it. It got easier the longer I did it... but that’s the trap, see? When the deadness gets easier, you know you’re sinking deeper, becoming dead yourself.
You saw me before I saw you.
No one had ever looked at me like that before, with that kind of intensity. It unsettled me, surprised me I guess. Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful too.
I guess whoever built and buried that IED out there in the desert will never know how far that blast traveled. But all things ripple out, cause shrapnel.