Do You Know?

Do you know how I feel when I wake up to a crystal blue, with a tinge of orange that is just making its way through?
Or when I sleep late at night, fumbling through my thoughts,
Scribbling random pieces of jigsaw on my bedroom wall.
Do you know how I love the aroma of coffee when I enter that book café,
And how I want to curl up in a corner and watch rain pour over that glass pane.
Do you know I still love comics? Joker, Batman, DC, and how they charm me?
Do you know how much I love to explore the nature, in all its beauty, its intricacy?
And its benign simplicity?
Do you how I love to finish that novel and ponder over its imagery again and again?
Did I tell, did I tell you books were truly my best friends?
Let’s be friends, you and I. Let’s get to know me and know you?
Draw those parallels and sort these delicacies.
Let’s create beautiful memories.

Do you know how I want to stand at the bend of that mountain road? And watch the sky change colors or colors chase new skies?
Do you know how would I love to witness it and write?
Or to sketch? Do you know how I love to sketch?
I think art is a journey that surpasses time.
Do you know how I still love those mindless romantic comedies with happy endings?
I like to believe that everyone has one, a happy ending.
Yes, no matter what say, I still love those clichéd Austen tales.
But the world’s a bit more real, and literature does perhaps steer clear.
But would you take a leap with me, and create with me,
Let us create our own Dead Poets’ Society?
Let’s make those words worthwhile?

Do you know how much I love the sound of piano? Those delicate tunes,
Lingering over every night and noon.
Do you know how I wish I could play the piano myself? And maybe sing a little as well?
And that strum of guitar ricocheting in the empty room?
I love that. Don’t you?
Do you know how I think that Rain is a perfectly great name for a child?
I wish I had been named Rain, for I love the lyrically perfect picture that it creates in my mind.
Do you know how creativity and delicacy is the key to my heart?
Would you tell me enough so that I’d know to yours too?
Wouldn’t you?

Do you know how I love to sit on a rooftop with my legs swinging side to side, and glance down to see the people passing by, and imagine if I were to fall? No I do not fall.
I look down to get my head all dizzy, and then to the moon and the sky, and realize how infinitely small are we.
Do you know how much I love the poetry that goes deep into the heart, of Author’s and my?
For I love to switch sides, the perspectives, perhaps live someone else’s life?
Let’s switch sides, you and I? You live my life and I’ll live yours.
And we’ll see how it goes?

Do you know how I love to fight with my brother over that remote?
Do you know how terribly I miss him and wish every time he comes back, that he’d never go? Do you know?
Or how I wear my favorite earrings with his Gun n’ Roses t-shirt I stole?
Oh, there are days too when I make an effort and wear my own clothes.
Do you know I love those little pastries and those quaint bakeries?
Do you know how I would love to sit in that little chair in that tiny café on the bricked road?
And watch the sun set over the boundary of the huge historical buildings over that water road.
Do you how much I love the winter fog and sometimes, I imagine myself getting lost, so perhaps I’ll come out to another world?
Remember Narnia, don’t you?

Do you know how I feel sometimes when I’m just running through the days, as if sand slipping through a broken glass frame?
Do you know how much I want it to stop and perhaps freeze the time?
Devour each minute, and live just a little more?
Do you know how it’s easy not?
Will you stop with me, ever I succeed? Like a maze away from the world with just you and me?
We will keep trying to find a way, even if there will none be.
Would you know how would that feel?

Did I tell you that I want to sit next to the ocean on a dark night, just see the stars on both earth and the sky?
Or how I want to own that little home, above the clouds on that mountain top,
Look down that valley and dizzy myself, like those rooftops?
Do you know how I sometimes love to play those dress up games, how I once had a doll house and I’d spend my days
In that little kitchen set and Barbie that I’d awkwardly pair.
I wish you’d know,
That how I feel when you leave and there is this emptiness that I do not know how to deal?
Do you know how much does your friendship mean?
Do you know how we have been told that fear is rational, then why does everyone acts so strong?
Let’s not be that, let’s share our fears you and I,
Our irrationalities, our deepest secrets.
I would know then. That you know.

Do you know how I say that I do not believe in God, but did I ever tell you that what it is that went wrong?
Do you know how I still can’t braid my hair, like he did on that last morning?
And even though time has rushed passed since then,
Do you know that some memories haunt a little too well?
I was living in the perfect circle, now I’m on a tangent that skewed in the infinite dark space.
Do you know me enough for all of this to make sense?
Some things cannot be reversed,
Do you know that that tangents meet the circle only once?

Do you know lately the colors have been losing their shade, and it’s all been turning a tad more grey?
Or how I want to wander away, in that grey forest in that pretty white dress I saw the other day,
And try to bring back the colors, even if it all is the same?
Do you know how I am afraid to fall and never get up?
Do you know even though we’ve never met, I still might be afraid to lose you?
Are you too, afraid?
It’s alright. We’ve been told that fears are rational, haven’t we?
Do you know how I picture myself carrying this box of memories,
In that wooden old boat, above the lake and paddle away?
And open them one by one and think, what if I could tweak them? Would I still be the same?
Do you know how I do not know how to tell you all this?
Do you know me?
I wish you did.
Because then,
Then I could tell you that I know you too.
I would like that.
Wouldn’t you?