giving dreamers a bad name

i looked at my tattoo today, the one farthest away from my eyes.  and i almost forgot how much that ink under my skin meant to me.

what i did remember- is that the pain of needles pumping black into me was entirely worth it, and I would do it again for you a thousand times over.

the radio play list was packed full of our songs today. you know, the ones we would scream to on the way to our destinations unknown.  i think i forgot the words a bit, but i knew you were probably singing the ones i skipped.

what i did remember- was that back then, the journey was the destination, and we were mere travelers on a road bound for nowhere.

catching the clock strike 11:11 today was surreal.  i wished for more time.  and for some reason i couldn't remember how long it used to take to walk from my house to yours in the pouring rain.  

what i did remember- is that we came to the conclusion a long time ago that time was just a silly notion put into place by scientists on a power trip.  

i sat down in front of my easel today with my paintbrush in hand.  for the life of me, i  couldn't remember how we used to make the most beautiful shade of green known to man.

what i did remember- is that we used to rely on each other like secondary colors.  And that your bright sunny yellows, mixed with my cold winter blues could be matched by no hue on the color wheel.  

i've been listening for the trains lately.  i've forgotten how loud it gets when you're standing in between two locomotives traveling in opposite directions.

What I did remember- is that I felt most at-peace when we would sit on top of my shed and listen to the evening trains roll in.

i can't remember how long your hair is anymore, or where all your freckles are.  i can't remember the color of your favorite sundress, or the smell of your favorite perfume, either.

what i do remember- is that we were something phenomenal.  we were stars falling out of the sky, and catching them in our hair.  we were picking apart sparrows for their feathers and crying when they couldn't fly again.

we were the ones giving dreamers a bad name.