Muse 78: Simple

found via Tyler Landes

There was still something different about her. Nothing about her face, her voice or the way she dressed begged for attention, but there was still something that drew him to her. He didn't understand it until he stood outside in his backyard. The trash cans piled up around him, waiting to be moved as someone else's problem. He craned his neck upwards and looked at the sky where a million stars were waiting for him. The answer dawned on him as he felt calm for the first time in his hectic life schedule. The stars, yellow on blue, were simple as black and white.

Muse 77: Air City

found via weheartit

It was only mid-October. The skies were clear, no hint of dusty grey or murky yellow, and not a single cloud in sight. We stared at the sky while we rested on our backs, loving the way the sun didn't blind our eyes. You were beside me, so close and barely touching, and my neck craned to be close to your shoulder. I swear my neck was cramping up from wanting to rest against you. I wonder what you'll say if I decide to close my eyes and keep you close. You're always near, but never close enough, but then again, you're just enough. I don't need a sunrise or a sunset when I'm with you; just a sky and our hands barely as we point simultaneously at whatever passes. We're barely touching, the intensity caught in my chest - we're barely touching - and there's enough air between our hands to make build a city. 

Muse 43: Joy

found via made you look

you bring me joy. incredible amounts of joy like sacks of gifts that are carried by wise men who travel far and wide in search for a single person, you bring me joy. i've seen daisies and dandelions swell in winter bloom, but the sight of birth has never been as beautiful as you. and sometimes, sometimes when you sit alone, i don't want to come and say hello. hello might break that moment where i could imagine a thousand more with you. i imagine you turning around with a smile, holding my hand, and we sleep together underneath the painted stars. i dream, and you bring me joy. only then, the physical overrides the mental, i can't live in thoughts, and so i say it anyway. i say hello, and these fantasies say goodbye.