"Chest to chest. Nose to nose. Palm to palm. We were just that close. Wrist to wrist. Toe to toe.....So how come when I reach out my finger it feels like more than distance between us." - California King Bed: Rihanna
Chest to chest
The simplest of friendships start with the warmness of a hug. The closest that two hearts can be and still beat. Love has a language of its own. One you can only become fluent in through a relationship with Christ. But hugs are different. The embrace of open arms that only close when you come inside caused my first accident. I smashed into you and became paralyzed from the waist down. You picked me up vowing to never let me fall.
Palm to palm
We never interlocked fingers. We simply held hands. Conversations overlapping future speeches. Wisdom flying at the speed of light with no cops to pull us over. Hand shakes quickly turned into high fives as the intimacy reduced to seconds. Never hungry enough to eat the entire plate. From refrigerator to trash can everything was spoiled.
Toe to toe
At some point I couldn't walk by your side any more. I had to submit and follow you. Walk behind you in the shadow of your footsteps. Careful to take long strides not short ones so I wouldn't get left behind. Here we stand. Your feet on top of mine. Crying to runaway. 1,000,001 miles. I always make the first move.
Most people grow together. They start on opposites ends of the Earth and walk there way inside each others hearts. They become one flesh or interlock souls for an eternity. But me.....I start at the end and work my way to the beginning. I grow apart. It is the isolation of wise counsel that keeps me in a place of mature immaturity. The sheer difference between alone and lonely is who you really need. Opportunity and space can be evil twins or loving sisters. It takes the right time with the right amount for love to grow.
Chest to chest
The simplest of friendships start with the warmness of a hug. The closest that two hearts can be and still beat. Love has a language of its own. One you can only become fluent in through a relationship with Christ. But hugs are different. The embrace of open arms that only close when you come inside caused my first accident. I smashed into you and became paralyzed from the waist down. You picked me up vowing to never let me fall.
Palm to palm
We never interlocked fingers. We simply held hands. Conversations overlapping future speeches. Wisdom flying at the speed of light with no cops to pull us over. Hand shakes quickly turned into high fives as the intimacy reduced to seconds. Never hungry enough to eat the entire plate. From refrigerator to trash can everything was spoiled.
Toe to toe
At some point I couldn't walk by your side any more. I had to submit and follow you. Walk behind you in the shadow of your footsteps. Careful to take long strides not short ones so I wouldn't get left behind. Here we stand. Your feet on top of mine. Crying to runaway. 1,000,001 miles. I always make the first move.
Most people grow together. They start on opposites ends of the Earth and walk there way inside each others hearts. They become one flesh or interlock souls for an eternity. But me.....I start at the end and work my way to the beginning. I grow apart. It is the isolation of wise counsel that keeps me in a place of mature immaturity. The sheer difference between alone and lonely is who you really need. Opportunity and space can be evil twins or loving sisters. It takes the right time with the right amount for love to grow.
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