The World through your Eyes

Cheesy yet hopeful - for those moments that feel like a dream.

I often picture moments like this one, romanticizing a simple understanding of the earths differences, of the expansive and living pulse beneath our feet. I looked at the earth as though these were ideas seen through someone else’s eyes and projected into my own mind, teasing me into a sadness that dreams are only that-something you float through in a rare contentment, then forget in the next practical and frustratingly meaningless moment. 

Yet somehow, I dreamed you into reality. And as I stand in this dream that has managed to overcome the consistent discontentment, I only feel as stable as I always have, even though my brain can’t quite piece together how similar the moment is to the endearing moments that are so private when my eyes are closed and my mind wandering. You are nothing like the movies, because the movies hurt my heart a bit more than this. You surpass the way that my eyes leak and my heart beats so fast yet you do it with ease because you manage to fill up that void, unlike the faulty and unrealistic moments that Walter Mitty and Hazel Grace and I have shared together. 

You are everything that the movies intend- your eyes astound me and your hair is so sweet to run my hands through. Our dreams do not match up in the way that I imagined where I would meet the love of my life, yet neither has a higher placeholder than the other. How you stand here with me is the only reason that my brain does not want to settle, unsure that this isn’t actually a dream. Unsure of how someone that I picture to be so perfect would want to share these unmatched moments with someone as plain as I am. But I am only plain because I am the default format. You are not. Not to me. 

I don’t like to not know, and you are something that I do not know all of, and that is all I ever yearn for anymore. Practically, I know that this only saves me from boredom. That you are an enigma because my mind is not used to rest, and there is no one I’d rather work to know. I would like to show off to the world how I know you better, but I don’t. And you don’t either. And it's so exciting, especially because we stand here, surrounded by only strangers and an earth that shares our blood. Because I am so happy that I didn’t know everything about her before we arrived here, where her body shapes differently, and her complexion is duller. I’m so happy that I never pictured how angry the wind makes her sea and how deep blue the sky can be and how soft she whistles into the unknown. And I’m so happy I didn’t know how your eyes would change colour as she does.